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Natalie Walker
Poems
Dec 2014
You are What You Eat
scraping salsa off a festive snowman infested paper plate
I asked myself about the meaning of life
my last tortilla chip cracked under the pressure of my thoughts
and I was left with salty finger tips and a half empty stomach
I guess when you’re living in personalized, small-sized pizza
of a school the food is never filling and questions are never answered
No matter how many times I tell myself I know what I’m doing,
I wake up every morning just as lost at the day before
cracking my dreams like chips, bitter as the salt on my finger tips,
I’ve become a half empty stomach impossible to fill
one of these days I’ll be a home-cooked meal—
mashed potatoes salted just right,
sweet biscuits that crumble, never crack—
iced tea with the taste of sugar, just enough to savor,
I swear I could go on forever about my idealized platter
that one day I will feast on in my confident contentment.
Natalie M. Walker
#love
#self
#hate
#food
#personal
#discovery
#holidays
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