vomit (imagine it’s a euphemism for writing, and then imagine that maybe it’s not. perhaps you’ll like me better in one of the two boxes. i considered the title ‘bulimia’ but the truth is i’ve never recovered from the high school psych class i had, the video they showed on eating disorders and the fact that i had known far too many women who had struggled with it to be able to process it coldheartedly as the teacher and video had asked. i’m pleased with this final title selection. i think you will be too.)

poetry

a few years back i learned to vomit
and over time i understood

should you pay attention to what you
put in you’ll soon better understand

just what exactly you’ll get out. and
lately i’ve learned to bring up blues

and greens. yellows are natural but
deep hue purples take focus, skill.

lately i cannot vomit enough. just to
stand back and see what’s come up

sometimes it’s poetry and sometimes
just prose but almost never a short

story. a few years back when i learned
to vomit, i never imagined the love

affair she and i would have. my need
to eat slowly decreasing as my own

vomit becomes my inspiration for more

2 thoughts on “vomit (imagine it’s a euphemism for writing, and then imagine that maybe it’s not. perhaps you’ll like me better in one of the two boxes. i considered the title ‘bulimia’ but the truth is i’ve never recovered from the high school psych class i had, the video they showed on eating disorders and the fact that i had known far too many women who had struggled with it to be able to process it coldheartedly as the teacher and video had asked. i’m pleased with this final title selection. i think you will be too.)”