Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir

Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →

If Nothing Mattered…

I'd smoke. I'd quit both my jobs. I'd eat what I wanted. I'd drop out of school and leave the country. I'd write and create and listen to music. I'd make a new group of friends. I'd sleep better. I'd kiss without second thought. I'd say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.... Continue Reading →

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