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the relationship between
by Ava Blui can go days with no food,
no substance guaranteed from anything edible
and write on the grumbling that i no longer hear
i treat life this way,
always just getting by
without really knowing where one should go
i have a trademark style
that no one wants to mimic
and a hat colorful enough to be seen
a few miles away
these things do me no good
the rumbling in my head is calm
after the hunger subsides
and my stomach fills with water
i’ve not been able to master
the crumbs around the edges of the cabinets
and the pennies covering my floor
i’m not sure how to take those things
and create something useful
maybe this is why my stomach doesn’t stop
even when it is full
but i cannot go days without the voice in my head
turning me on to
someone new
the loves,
the backs to hold me up,
the reasons to march in the rain;
these never quiet
it’s in the early hours
that i find a way to cope,
a new line in an old book
and i think that’s partly because everything else is
empty
with the pennies on the floor
i have enough to buy a few days of food
but i’m too embarrassed to spend it
when my mother called to wish me good luck
on starting something new,
i wondered if she meant my life
but she only meant the book
she’d given me for christmas
which means i can last a few more days
not eating
without having to answer questions
she doesn’t really care to ask.
03/25/2009 Posted on 03/26/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/09 at 12:21 AM One of your most compelling, powerfully written introspective pieces to date. There's so much incredible stuff going on here, from the stark, strange imagery to the quiet voice determined to get the words out, to the way madness just creeps around the corners of many of the stanzas. It's clever and strongly done in every possible regard. Well done. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/26/09 at 03:27 AM Huh... That's what my mother was like about my scabs. I think at some point we all need to snap into taking care of ourselves for a bit here and there, doesn't always seem to take though. Great piece... and for what it's worth, I want that hat. I saw it on my way in and it's fantastic. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 03/26/09 at 01:22 PM This is a poem to be proud of not only in its clear success with your readers, but also as an accomplished introspection. There are some powerful metaphors here which are very telling of your keen eye for the poetry around you. That really is quite a nice hat. |
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