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It is winter. I've lost weight.
by S. ElizabethMy hip bones jut out like shoulder blades,
skin stretches to adhere to sharp movement
but it does not tear. Bones are too brittle
to cut; I shatter before penetration. 01/03/2005 Author's Note: Fragment. No eating disorder, just an observation.
Posted on 01/03/2005
Copyright © 2025 S. Elizabeth
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by D. Xavier Bari on 01/06/05 at 06:46 AM It's certainly unsettling. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/05/08 at 04:26 PM i also love short poems, and this is really interesting. the author's note is helpful, too. i'm such a worrier. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/03/09 at 05:24 PM I, too, love short poems which get right to the poiint. I just gained 20 lbs- needed to- I only weighed 80! NOTHING fits. I need to learn to maintain my weight- very hard to do. Good write and I'm hapy for the "author's note" |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/02/14 at 02:00 PM I have to tell you S. Elizabeth, this ode of yours is remarkable and is a great big wallop to my soul and congratulations on this most deserving POTD. |
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