All the world’s sugar
Could not kill
This craving.

Apply every cure
You know. Hope
For placebo effect.

A day’s reprieve —
If you’re lucky,
Maybe a week.

Fugues and fogs
Make your own
Self a mystery.

Get above it,
Look for higher
Ground. Find it

Near the treeline.
Air lends focus
To the animal.

Here you can accept
You know nothing.
And starvation’s no solution.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

3 responses to “Craving”

  1. Pat Hatt says :

    Using placebo or not, that solution is certaintly the wrong one. Many starve each day, worse when it can be prevented at ones bay.

  2. Audrey Howitt says :

    A harsh look at –or maybe a realistic look –at something outside of one’s control–great write!

  3. ihatepoetry says :

    I loved this – esp since I have a white sugar monkey on my back. Well done.

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