I have fasted.
I have filled
every gap with what
I desired to be
filled with. One want
leading to the next. How
I have ordered men
to do things—
eat. I have eaten
I’m fat with it.
After the rigmarole of exorcising him, I lost my headache. Good.
I lost that tongue in groove suffering that turns a sonnet too.
Tongue out of groove. Meaning, nacre nacre with no grain. No luster here.
Lose harder, lose faster, I repeat repeatedly.
Am I this suffering?
Tablaeu vivant of forgotten torture—
take this simple treasure:
Out of the corner of my eye, a fish I like.
Slippery fish, I want him! I’ve been so hungry,
faint. There’s this slick in my fridge
and something saying, Lick it.
You’re licked. You were born
to taste this.
Jessica Lieberman’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Kenyon Review Online, Bennington Review, Horsethief, The Laurel Review, Salamander and other journals. She serves as poetry editor for The Journal.