Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

Nutrition — Leta Keane

I sip trauma like hot tea

And eat grief like leftover lasagna

cold and stiff from the fridge.

I swallow anger like old grapes,

I drink pity like milk.

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