Love In The Time Of Intermittent Fasting

Poem

Apr 1

We are being conditioned

less on the plate

less love

It hurts

You’re special

But we all are, right?

Inflation

7-year itch

Calgon, take me away

We grow used to less

Static barges, Marie Kondo

less is more

And we accept it

less

Soon the screen won’t even soothe

A test

Lay your phone by your pillow

Swipe right, close your eyes

On your face, that light—

like a kiss

Maybe it’s the closet you’ll ever get

Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts

04/22

A current MFA candidate, S.H. Woodgeard lives and writes out of the Southwest.

A Synonym for Doctor is Hunter