Sorrow’s Mistress

2005

When I’m skinny
All the world is hungry for my flesh,
Trouble is then there is less…of me to go around.
It makes me dizzy,
You know I must confess,
Sometimes I don’t know if I’d prefer to be meatier, fat,
Happy?
Sound.
No one wants me then,
When I am well rested,
Well slept, well fed, well dressed,
I am too fierce then,
Too intense,
So they prefer my ribs to show,
That I be Sorrows Mistress.

When I am skinny,
All the world is hungry for my flesh,
As though the little sinew left were a rare delicacy.
When I am fragile,
Oh with attention I am blessed,
But really they’re just taking little bites of me,
What I need,
What I need,
To sleep without distraction,
To sleep to satisfaction,
to be fed, by love’s undemanding hand
Who never leaves unwashed dishes in the sink.

When I’m skinny
All the world is hungry for my flesh,
Sorrow takes his place beside my bed,
Agony stops by to say she said,
I shouldn’t even try to raise my head,
When all my bones are creaking popping pain,
The world goes spinning by like drops of rain
And I am crying out for love’s strong hands
To wrap me up and make me whole again,
Or leave me, finally, ’til I am dead,
All the world is hungry for my flesh.

Teri Skultety, Winsome Vein, 2008

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