By Nature

There’s no such thing as an
anorexic poet

poets by nature
eat everything

drawn out wedding toasts, pages of overthought
steinbeck between gold bookends

childhood freeze-frames, brain-freezes and freedom
tiny truths clinging to the mind’s shirt tails

morning snacks, biscotti at tea time
wandering buttons exploring the territory beneath couch cushions

cavernous eye sockets and
cadaverous skulls hollowed by book learning

there’s no such thing as an
anorexic poet

but poets spend their whole lives hungry.

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