"There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you."
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you."
* * *
He looks over at me from across the room. Curiosity fills his eyes, quickly turning to suspicion. I look away guiltily as the lions in my stomach roar, giving me away.
"Are you hungry? What did you eat today"
"No, I'm fine. I had some fruit and stuff."
His wary gaze penetrates me a few seconds longer and narrows. He tilts his head slightly and continues his examination, searching for something.
" I forget I have to watch you and make sure you're eating..."
It's hard when we are constantly being watched. I feel guilty when my stomach grumbles because I know it will lead to a conversation. Stay strong dear.
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My ex and I still remain close, he hounds me about what I've eaten. He knows about my past behavior and has his suspicions, but the fact that we live states away now helps. I really like the quote you started this post with
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