Appetite

The initial spoonful –
salted caramel cool –
consoles bitten tongue,
slides down burning throat:
appeasement for churning gut.

Each spoonful savoured
sweetness countering bile,
dark chocolate shavings
as bittersweet as the emotion
being pushed down, buried

Bruised by conflict,
words ineffectual,
ice cream an unworthy
compensation, cravings
turn to salty reprieve.

Neurosis

sometimes
when I write
I eat – it’s my way
of stopping
the emotions
from spewing
all over the page

sometimes
when I eat
and my emotions
are numbed
momentarily
my inspiration
dries up

pardon me
if I appear
a little neurotic
but I need
to find a solution
for this eating
writing problem