some of you may know that every april I write a poem for every day of the month

i always miss the first day because I am wildly untimely and i can’t seem to do most things by the deadline. but it’ll be okay this year because i spend a considerable time indoors thanks to my job. most of that time is spent on a computer, which makes it even more pertinent to type something up at some point in the day. the environment isn’t exactly inspiring but i suppose we will just have to make do.

we’ll see what gets to me first, the blue light or the constant computer whirring. we’ll see if i can manage to experience life at full speed from the safety of my uncomfortable little office chair.

and because you have been so good, I’ve also decided to post my poem for 0401 here for you, just in case you’re not one of those nasty little instagram types. enjoy.

eat

i struggle to enjoy things, my father often said 

i eat like a man, messy unclean hands i do not stop i do 

not stop to chew i do not stop i do not stop to savor 

all that’s gone each bite is lost to me wasted crumbs 

greedily absconded smithereens testament to 

my overwhelming victory which must be swift, 

without contest only later when I am finally myself, 

nauseous consequences come play their guilt upon me 

eating without thought without intention without appreciation 

without respect there must be consequences

now i am thinking of eve, i am always thinking of her

and her singular bite 

catholic fathers know how to feed their daughters

thanks adam, thanks snake, thanks God, thanks

he who had never known men never actually knew 

what they’d be destined for, to be handed a woman on a platter 

to be made like flesh alike, to be given what they wanted

fruits of her labor, and yet to point to blame

here i am eating like a man, not really, not at all

eve took the first bite and the second

eve ate without a thought, none of her own sugar 

carbs rotted her brain she was without a prayer why slow down

when knowledge is just one more bite