I Was Never Actually That Hungry
You enter my bedroom
to find that every surface
is covered
in bite marks, indents from where
my teeth had scraped away
at the impenetrable objects.
The mattress was half eaten,
metal springs and cotton
marshmallow fluff pouring out
like blood and guts on the floor. The desk
was all odd angles: only one
corner remained intact. Looking
around, you take notice of the
marks growing on the closet,
the chair, the curtains, the
pillows and throw blanket, the light
switches and door knobs, all showing
signs of my teeth’s touch. The
pens were sucked dry of their
ink, you marveled at how the
shards of the broken mirror
sat on the floor, glittering blueberries
that escaped the carnage,
bitemark free. You
asked me why
I seemed so hungry, and I
could only shrug in reply,
mouth still chewing
yesterday’s dinner, the wet
paper of my homework.
Susan Romance is a junior at SUNY Geneseo who is studying English and film studies. At home in Cheektowaga, New York, Susan enjoys spending time with her family and eating homemade meals. When she’s not staying up unreasonably late, you can find her writing poems or playing on her Nintendo Switch.