The Feeding

BY EMILY CARNEY

I am tired of people

combing their hair

and dripping in gold.

Too much lacking the raw

of a natural fondness, and

I’m bloated with a craving;

pack

afewthings.

Three times I’ve loved ya.

I am tired of wanting you.

Of dressing myself.

Of putting myself forth

at every spoonful of

cereal

or artificial glory.

I am rabid with a consciousness,

teeming with an illness

coagulated with thought,

BUYing your art

magazines

your red pants

your new soles.

Porn is free!

Did you know that?

Porn is free.

Untitled, 2014 by Esme Blegvad

NOTE: This poem is part of “Pethetic Little Thing,” curated by Tavi Gevinson. Read the rest of the portfolio in Poetry’s July/August 2015 issue.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2015)