So much is lacking, for many
eat what they can find to merely fill their belly.
Contaminated water with a little sugar makes the baby stop crying.
Empty hearts seeking refuge in empty carbs, gorge,
stuff down immensity of unfelt pain in glutenous rage,
others imagining obesity in their fleshless bones, throw up
despair feeding their false reflection.
"I don't eat fats, oil, flour, sugar, meat, salt, spices, caffeine, alcohol, foods
that inflame, that give me gas or cause me weight gain. Exercise
healthy deprivation is the motto I follow to fit...I mean, stay fit." Seriously,
she said, a wistful look in her eye, like she was remembering
Judge I musn't, 'cause we're all just trying not to tilt the scale.
Hard to find sanity within paradox - scarcity feeds abundance
and vice versa while the balance remains unfair.
That's life they say.
For now, I go outside, find a scene to interpret as beauty,
and I feast.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets for Open Link Night.)