Anorexic
I am preparing a fat lie
about myself
making me better
than all my fear of fat
I gain and so
a little off
who is ill
Poems on the topic: body
Poems on the topic “body” on Poets.by.
Fricassee
here comes war an old order
resolving questions
about faction and protest
against the body
a war will not be true
a fricassee of notions and information
I eat every day
to ease my mind
Street life
street pretty
as a painted crow
that life all I need to look at
but her old body
dressed as if
she had been a road
thin answer
to the poor
in their claims against God
Prevaricator
I traffic in doubt
an altered state that I must not visit
but my own body was
the world I lacked most
like a debt run
farther and farther up
After the ecstasy, the laundry?
will I keep my body
after I find myself
I know no reason for my one-eyed
solicitor and his pedantry
will I be present and able
to follow my business
like the night tide rising
into the kitchen
Self-medication
keeping my body in a bottle
to take and talk to
I drink myself warm
I think myself a very pleasant present
Isolationist
to live like a lock
exact and satisfied
so fine a contrivance
in such a grotto
but then to have
no light dancing on the sea
and the sea rocking at a distance
in every body
Patient
toothache
on a clear afternoon
seeing how much
is out of my power
my patient body being
a great ape
Revision
in the morning a new draft
of the lines in the body
I study hard to understand it
but desire brings many hands
and more than I expected
the letters feast or fast
Alternate histories
we might have grown
white and thin as rope
over and over the ground
and had other bodies
a secret to be hid
but not under the house
not in the light of
a would-be moon
ships of ice
guns without bullet to grieve
Golden years
the first cherries off the tree
gather in the green water
I am resolved to understand
my old body
the eyes that corrupt me yet
and the way I serve my stomach
eating a dinner of wind
for an empty urn
Self-destructive
what what artifice
taking the moment unobserved
the hand has wherewithal
to kill the whole body
two horses for now and yesterday
were foretold
to unthank tomorrow
and dispose of all next week
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