i have become
suspicious
of the resumes of
strawberries
and their brothers
of soup and bread prayers
and count each grain of
pepper
like a lover
who pukes his
fears on cats
and the thin-skinned
weather
and i eat only
smoke and words
and sleep on crackers
that break and bark dust
and states
dead limes have more
worth than
you
look at your gravel veins
how you shine like a
gutter
and yes
you're the only one
who turns wine into
water
am i thin enough
to be a lost ingredient
i have pulled
i have purged
and lived beyond
this skin
and still
i am no orange meadow
i can hear the click clack
of the man that says
i have no room for your flow
you paint in dirt
and i need a
rainbow
and it hurts
more than
god
to know
he is right
that somewhere
on this stained night
where my shadow
casts just an inch
a homeless man
named nothing
rests prouder
on his rust-warped
bench
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Awesome write. I suffer from anorexia and it sucks. I wake up every day and go to sleep every night feeling like I am a fat ass and I hate it. Back, a few years ago, I exersized until I could not move. I starved myself and drank seven or more bottles of refilled water and that was how I lived. It was horrible, but I got thin. Back then, I still thought that I was fat. I weigh more now, and wish that I could like I did those years ago again....I hate feeling this way, but I luive with it.....lol. Thanks so much for sharing.
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the title could be more original. but i like the overall poem it has good elements great job and thanks for entering my contes
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This entire poem shows everything it could about anorexia. The ending was somewhat blunt but oh so perfect. It's really sad and got me teary-eyed. You have penned an absolutely amazing write, my friend.
"and yes
you're the only one
who turns wine into
water"
Ahhhh. You clever woman you.
Jeanette*~
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Maybe you're not anorexic, but you hit the pain of it on the head
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mm. this is stunning. I was hospitalised for anorexia last summer.. this really hits the note..
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The resumes of strawberries? Well, those are definitely words worth eating.
I know the anorexic route and I liked what you did with some of the heavier mental aspects that someone deals with, when they're in the grip of it.
Of course, the poem is pretty strong through-out. But... it's the second stanza that takes the cake and eats it too. Lovely.
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that was more than likley the best description of an ED i've ever read.
just ..gah! i dont know... i had to save this hope you dont mind.
it was far beyond my years and it held a beautiful touch.
♥
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ummm...pretty much incredible. I love your work. its very inspiring. I think you are a great poet. this poem speaks of an often-writ about subject in a new,well-composed, eloquent and beautiful way. i loved it. it is an amazing write.
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Ah, amazing as ever. I don't even know what to say, soooo clever. I do have to pick out "hurts more than God" and "thin-skinned weather" though, because they are brilliant.
I wish I could say more, but I just loved this piece in its entirety. Personally, I see more in this than the allusion to anorexia in a literal sense; more the emotional dwindling and breaking oneself down to fit.
Thanks for sharing
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oh darcy this piece is so meaningful to me. a week ago i got out of a residential treatment center for my eating disorder after over three months there. i can empathize with this, its a little bit ridiculous lol. beautifully written as always, some of the best imagery...i love this.
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Wow, this poem is so well written and intense I feel there's nothing worthy I can say about it.
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The poetess nailed anorexia with out a shadow of a doubt, the metaphor, the intensity, the allusion of feeling homeless within the body of the self and the religious threads oh, I could not praise the piece enough. Outstanding.
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Wow. I read this on my lunch hour and now I'm reading it again this afternoon. I read your author notes about you not really being anorexic but I was surprised because with the way you spoke of it and the minute images that you used it sounded like you were or maybe you just have been before? I don't know. The pepper line was definietely my favorite.
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Wow
The imagery (sp?) in this poem is just amazing. My poems back away and bow before your brilliance. Seriously, this was awesome. I especially love the lines "you paint in dirt, and I need a rainbow". Very raw, very powerful. -
Another sumptuous delicacy of a poem, brimming with twists and wigglies. I especially liked your suggestion of strawberries with resumé's. I had to imagine one sitting nervously in a corridor before a job interview with his CV clutched in his syrupey mitts. ALSO, I didst most enjoy:
'you paint in dirt
and i need a
rainbow'
Marvelous. Where've you been recently? -
am i thin enough to be a lost ingredient
for someone who is puking you write a fine set of words
this is so deep and lush
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"i have become
suspicious
of the resumes of
strawberries"
Great lines, my Friend. Ahhh, but you are a never~fallow orchard, sweet & sublime. I was glad for your author's notes, though; I wrote one called "anorexia" after receiving the most horrifying pictures through email. 
So bad, I don't know how they were even still alive. Runway models, no less. Anyway, as always, exemplary penning, Sweetie. Good luck in Allyce's contest. I'm too skeered to enter. 
Wanda
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You're puking you mean? That's gross. Puking is the ugliest grossest blah-est thing on earth. Au contraire, this poem is nothing but gorgeous. Of course in its deranging way. Good stuff.
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In it's degranging way, eh? Well, it certainly be quite your cup 'o tea, then, oui?
Smooches, m'pet
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