Instead of a chunk of prose text, I thought I’d share a poem with you all this week titled “Sugar: A Former Addict”:
How to describe that food?
No, not food, poisonous foul thing.
Sugar, you are everywhere, in everything.
No place I turn are you absent.
I’ve taken my leave from you, happy
To do so. I’ve said goodbye
Yet here you are, looking.
Honey, maple, agave, sweeten
My lips, your flavor forgotten.
Once, I placed you on my tongue
With glee, and now I avoid your touch
Then perchance on test, I let you
In. Overwhelming like
Endless paperwork: sweet. My teeth
Cringe and shake in fear.
Confirming my choice, my way
Without you filling my veins
With your lies. More of you
Does not erase pain.
More is pain.