XV (cherries)

A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"

In the humid days of Spring I dwell in forbidden corners.

My stomach weeps in despair as I dream of cherry tarts.

Chuckling at my simple fantasy, amused Anorexia says,

“I like the feminine craving; you may paint your lips cerise,

In Japan you may pick blossoms, but you’ll never taste the sweet” 

Author's Note

All the poems in this collection are extended metaphors of only 5 lines. No exceptions.