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2 poems by David Woodward

Weight Gain

Too much input
not enough output.
Everything enters
nothing comes out.
In
and in
and in . . .
except
your face
in my eyes
smashing
against the page.

 

 

Spoon Fed

You made me so fat
in everything you said
I lived off of you —
you gave me no
choice.


 

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