Monday, October 12, 2009

to fill (apologies to Lorrie Moore)

I feel love and affection in the traditional way: expanding the spaces in my chest. Filled to burst, and all that. But desire, fear, and sadness begin in my belly. They pull in, instead of pushing out. They create space. No wonder I self medicate with food. It isn't what I want, but it goes to the right place. It fills something.

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