What have I eaten?

(Inspired by Sylvia Plath)

 

 

In response to my mother’s nagging question,
“What have you eaten today, Annie?”

 

What have I eaten?
Lies and smirks.
My diet calls for uncertainty,
I’ve got a hunger for what hurts.

  Breadcrumbs of grumbles,
And bits of anxieties unsung,
Tastes that sit familiar on my tongue.
           (I think I am made of dust and thirsty for your rain.)

 

All I have eaten for 13 months
Are leftover scraps of stale hope
And heaping portions of quiet patience.
My big eyes for love left unfulfilled,
My stomach full of deprivation.

 

 

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Annie is a writer/poet named after her mother’s favorite book, Anne of Green Gables (so it’s spelled Anne-with-an-E!). She’s obsessed with poetry, stargazing, antiques, & animals, and she’s always on the lookout for unusual and/or beautiful words to record in her notebook, which she never leaves the house without. For more of Annie’s poetry and writing, follow her on Twitter (@Beannie129) or email her at aturn139@gmail.com.