heartburn

I’m eating my emotions and, boy, are they disgusting
but I can’t stop spooning in all the rich, discomfort food.
Boredom binges never sate me, only bloat me with shame
then my blue jeans’ button judges as it chews into my gut.
No bite is ever sweet enough to mask life’s bitter taste.
Still, I feel so bad that I ingest my feelings yet again.

Serve me a slice of sadness salted with my tears.

The mashed dismay is lumpy and I burnt the deep-fried fear;
This roasted rage is far too dry despite a side of doubt.
I dug into the pickled pride and have a sour stomach.
Even sprinkled with a dash of hope, this guilt is just too bland.
Humiliation hash always gives me indigestion
and leftover pots of loneliness never reheat right.

Serve me a slice of sadness salted with my tears.

I must reject the mindless munching the next time I’m rejected.
There are no calories when chewing the fat with a friend.
When anger boils up inside, I should take a calming walk,
eating up the scenery without triggering my heartburn.

Save me that slice of sadness salted with my tears.

11 thoughts on “heartburn

    1. Thanks. The refrain was inspired by the bop, but I couldn’t quite get something within the exact form. I want this on the record so that Rowan doesn’t think I can’t read instructions.

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