Having no energy to buy a fresh ticket for the bus I'm trying to wangle my way on with an old stub - one from yonks ago about the very opposite of excess... hope you.... er... enjoy?!
Better poems as always here...
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Jars inside her head
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Looks like a clothes hanger,
A fashion drapes below her bored
Face, shiny as a hook
Afraid of food - baked grass, pigs ass
The mood, the look of it, the thought of eating jars inside her head
And though she knows by logic – it’s either eat the dead
Plants and animals – beat or join em
It’s so messy, dirty, cruel
She sees the working casual jaws of those around
They’re like machines for mess,
Blunt tools keep chomping on the detritus bought in shops
Or restaurants
She can’t imagine taking in
And carrying found things in her gut
Letting slip down her throat
Into her mouth
Past her teeth
and
Further on
That stuff
14 comments:
Shocking, and powerful.
A very powerful insight.
Letting nothing in, we become nothing.
Powerful, yes! A family member is dealing with an eating disorder .. your poem illustrates that for me.
It's a poem about an excess of not eating - very scary to get to that kind of place. Which, by the way, is foreign territory for me.
Thanks Titus, and NanU.
Sorry to hear that Helen, wishing you and them the best, as Bug says it's a very scary place, and thanks Bug, may it stay forever foreign!
What force you have in these spare words, Niahm. This is massive poetry, big and frightening like El Greco's work.
Very powerful piece. Not a word too many.
I was trying to figure out what kind of jars she could be eating inside her head.
Analytically speaking, the process of eating, as you describe, is pretty revolting.
Oak, you're very kind
And thanks to you too Doctor!
Peter - it's also one of life's great pleasures!
I've always been fascinated by how we synchronize our eating (AND I think we look quite bovine while we do it.) Doesn't stop me, by the way!
Karen, tis an endlessly fascinating topic alright, us and the stuff we eat and how we treat it/ view it/ work it etc etc etc
Thanks
I'm never going to eat again!
Please don't write a poem about drinking!
Just as well Guinness is such a healthy and balanced food!
I won't. I wouldn't know how - haven't drunk since last October some time... very dehydrated at this stage...
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