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| 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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ouch..taking only the choice parts you toss the rest of me out with the rubbish...hard place to be...
ReplyDeletePowerful and edgy words.
ReplyDeleteAnother case of eat your heart out, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know whether to lick my lips or go urgghhh ...lol
ReplyDeleteI hate it when that happens!
ReplyDeleteTo be treated as a leftover is sad ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Patti ~
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. ♥
ReplyDeleteBiting... glad not to be him!
ReplyDeleteUsed up and then tossed away. Great take on the image! Nicely penned.
ReplyDelete(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!!)
She doesn't sound at all hopeful, lol.
ReplyDeleteBottom of the heap- sad. Last to go...
ReplyDeleteHard.
What pain, rage, dissolution...
ReplyDeleteAnd oddly, it made me hungry. I'm terrible, I know ;-(
... to hell with them ~ let them eat cake!!
ReplyDeleteBeing a vegetarian I sort of thought of the poem coming from the mouth of the Sunday joint :)
ReplyDeleteTragic and powerful write, Patti...
ReplyDeleteBiting, sarcastic - and rather moving.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the pain a neglectful and abusive relationship beautifully!
ReplyDeleteVery powerful. I feel it. Such emotion here.
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