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Poem While Eating Questionable Leftovers


Chrissy Martin

Do you remember the flavor of hunger

The acid of it       Roll from throat to stomach

          Begin to taste the fat, clumsy tongue

     a trick heaviness in your gut

     Hunger is an eclipsing thing, leaves a shadow

Succulents, your ache is the water stored in your limbs

          When they pluck you by the fistful & pot you

in Midwest bedrooms, you hold your liquid tight

     know not to count on the daily hand on watering can

I am sorry       to the rescue dogs making messes

     on suburban white carpets

          You were just one dog in a big pack

learned to carry food in the crook of your jaw to far corner

               scarf it down on the floor

     I know a new ache

pain my stomach emptying plates that continue to be full

               what if tomorrow is different

My boyfriend wears worried eyes

grocery store carts stacked like potato chip Jenga blocks

          fruit rotting weekly on the counter

Quiz question:

What child’s game is played with potato chips?

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September 22, 2017

Chrissy Martin is a PhD candidate at Oklahoma State University and a recent graduate from the Poetry MFA program at Columbia College Chicago. She also holds a BA in English from The University of Akron with minors in Creative Writing, Women’s Studies, and Popular Literature and Film. She is the Poetry Editor for Arcturus and has previously worked as an editor for Columbia Poetry Review and RHINO Poetry. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Amazon's Day One, Voicemail Poems, MISTRESS, (b)OINK, and Small Po[r]tions.

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