April 8, 2009

NaPoWriMo Day 8

The Recovered Woman Speaks
"Take bread away from me, if you wish." - Pablo Neruda, "Your Laughter"

I do not need bread, I already
taught myself not to eat
thirteen years ago

I cleaned out my kitchen and gave
each calorie to the food bank
(but kept my pots and pans
just in case)

And I abandoned
the grocery stores
the restaurants
the malls with food courts
the cineplexes with popcorn
the bookstores with coffee
the friends with kitchens

Only my home
and the library
were safe

I grew rich on deprivation
saving every cent I did not spend on nourishment
I grew intellectual from starvation
nothing to do but sit
among the stacks and read
especially after I became
too weak to stand

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is so heartbreaking,