Eating Well

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Some seek sugar. Others fats.

The thicker and sweeter the cream,

the richer and better the bone.

They gnawed on meat

carving limbs with limbs

taking photos before feasting

Opulence is only luxurious if it is

witnessed

Born of this or that, the plate

becoming a transit system

Transporting you between worlds

where abundance is signalled by scarcity

and the privilege of paying more is

taken as a given.

Is it the multitude of utensils

egregious amount of animal

or lack of any

that makes it ‘well’?

The women only eating

greenery hung gently

across their ribs or the men

washing down whatever with whiskey.

The scarcity and excess combine to contribute

some twisted form of nutrition and pleasure.

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Illustration by Petra Eriksson.

Illustration by Petra Eriksson.

 

I felt close, warmed to the screen 

Proximity and time carving grooves down my spine 

forming pathways from optic nerve to left ventricle 

@mistirry understood me, related, educated

I was no longer alone, sitting by myself at 3am

time is an illusion, a light always on, 

a wifi signal that never goes out 

Refresh request, forward like

I followed you across platforms 

ingesting only pixels for hour expanses

My world expanding beyond borders 

world orders crumbling in clips and voice overs, 

screening telephone calls calling screens telepathic 

The algorithm stroked my head styled my hair made my bed 

and I fell asleep, rocking forward and following in its harms

Quiver

Painting by Inés Longevial

Painting by Inés Longevial

 

I shake when I get excited ever since I was a child. A vibration running through me, present but mild.

My hands used to raise and contort in anticipation. My body unable to contain so much sheer elation.

“That Xxxxxx, she has a real vitality to her,” a friend’s mom once said. Maybe it’s just my feelings don’t stay within my head.

Pure energy output, a subconscious force. The feeling and frenzy coming out my pores.

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Image via Pinterest. Source, Build.com Rug: Nourison FA24-BLK-REC-8X11

Image via Pinterest. Source, Build.com Rug: Nourison FA24-BLK-REC-8X11

 

Oh Darling

where were you when my cells

divided, bloody and bruised

a name in the paper

empty tissue box.

The melted ice cube, rings on the coffee table

we

you

I

never drank coffee.

Some varied version of a fingerprint

remnants I unearthed

with weighted eyelids, barely lifting

and a concave chest only time

could reassemble.

Gasping countless times seeing

a haircut

a coat sleeve

a gesture

I finally saw you

just once.

Cast my glance downwards

refused to look back;

just once

my resolve described in terms of

metal.