I read about food and it makes me sick
And my stomach hurts
And my throat clutches in
Food.
It's around me all the time.
A relative abundance, I might add.
I'm not even thinking of those starving
When I say I'm not hungry.
No matter the type
Sugary foods
and savory foods
and spicy and bitter and bland foods
They disgust me
And make me sick
my throat closes in around myself.
My stomach hurts.
But even if I were to be sick.
There is no food
Not for me
Because the simple thought of it
Makes me sick
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
