Poetry By
Stacey Jones
Published on: 12/15/2014
On Being Married to An Eating Disorder
She's not so obvious as to cut a hamburger into quarters eat one, save the other three, for a fantastical futuristic era in which she would understand how thin she is. But she still leaves food on her plate to demonstrate her rejection of surfeit, her acceptance of hunger. Research asserts when other people see a photo of cake, their brains light up in their pleasure centers. Looking at a mere picture of chocolate her brain's judgment arenas go wild. And she wades into a deep morass of neuro-assessment for the real thing, sorting through the votes for permission, denial. What attends every bite she takes in that unforgiving brain, that hard perfecter of self? When the dinner bell rings, So many synapses at roll-call.
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