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what it takes to recover
Recovery turns to reduction.
Curing a disorder of consumption through crumbs,
Staring at the dish before me,
An enemy of the state of my mind.
I fear I’ll turn back to a pantry for protection,
While taking microbites in front of peers.
My fear turns to fullness,
And I empty my being,
My soul,
My vitality
And flush it away.
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Oliver Chu
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