9/30/2012

Sunday Lunch

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman
Source Mag 137




Skewered, bound tight
and slowly turned over
a hot fire until quite done,
my tender heart is crusted
in dread. I know my fate, after all.

After I’ve been sliced and served,
you will greedily devour me,
taking your fill, then toss
the leftovers out with
Monday’s garbage.

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Written for Mag 137.

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20 comments:

  1. ouch..taking only the choice parts you toss the rest of me out with the rubbish...hard place to be...

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  2. Another case of eat your heart out, eh? :)

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  3. I don't know whether to lick my lips or go urgghhh ...lol

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  4. To be treated as a leftover is sad ~

    Happy Sunday Patti ~

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  5. I have no love for the users and abusers we all meet during our lives. It's much healthier to try and stay away from their compelling pleas! Monday's garbage needs to be no one's fate. Very real and tragic, Patti.... a sad comment on life..... ! Thank you for sharing your expressive thinking. ♥

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  6. Used up and then tossed away. Great take on the image! Nicely penned.

    (BTW, Curious what part of MA are you in? I'm in Western near Springfield.Out and about today, the foliage around here is gorgeous!!)

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  7. She doesn't sound at all hopeful, lol.

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  8. Bottom of the heap- sad. Last to go...
    Hard.

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  9. What pain, rage, dissolution...

    And oddly, it made me hungry. I'm terrible, I know ;-(

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  10. ... to hell with them ~ let them eat cake!!

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  11. Being a vegetarian I sort of thought of the poem coming from the mouth of the Sunday joint :)

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  12. Tragic and powerful write, Patti...

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  13. Biting, sarcastic - and rather moving.

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  14. You have captured the pain a neglectful and abusive relationship beautifully!

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  15. Very powerful. I feel it. Such emotion here.

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