The stomach, lungs, brain, memories
capacity for love, attention,
nerves on the right side,
tear ducts, whatever is the endpoint of the part that holds the eyes in,
the hips and, of course, the heart.
All these bits frozen in the throes of effort
crushed by the endless demands of
complex carbohydrates and cruciferous greens,
am I dying? Can I be a good friend,
partner, person when paralyzed by bile?
And when I must eat again? And again?
Always needing to squeeze every ounce
of energy to liquify a nut? And then,
once released from the prison of digestion exhaustion,
the process of elimination! Elvis weeping
on the throne, unable to move forward
with my life and always being told
"drink more water," well that takes
effort too! It sides along a plastic coated tongue,
unabsorbed my whole inner tube a rubber island
where the water beads and never helps
but always needs refilling. Well,
some people never eat at all, you say,
I think, I know, it's bad, moaning
at my casserole, clean water and the
porcelain punctuations of the long,
long night...
You've got this!
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