Monday, July 15, 2013

Day 127 Cravings

On the last night of our writing retreat, Bridget read us poem she'd written about her experience with craving a food she doesn't want to eat anymore. I found it very moving.

Not Hunger

There is a spinning
between my sex
and my throat,
anxious and empty,
a nervous tornado
lacking momentum or focus,
the center a hollow core
echoing a pounding heart.
Perhaps it is fear translated to craving;
Perhaps a willful internal blindness,
avoidance I anchor
with food.
Perhaps it is sunlight
clattering against venetian blinds
seeking entrance
to a cavernous room
I keep trying to fill
with shadows,
sweetness and salt.

Bridget Benton

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