I Have Lost My Appetite by Silvia Cuevas-Morales

So we chew on tears
suffocating in the heat,
splinters of words
sticking between our teeth.
Unsuccessfully we try to spit them out,
ungracefully they just fall out.

Syllables running top to end.
Falling out,
we vomit them out,
and they lie confused,
lost in all sense.

Decapitated.
Mutilated,
tortured words.
They are all in uniform,
and they wear a mask>

Soundlessly falling on dead ears,
effortlessly falling off our tongues.
Vocal cords have no meaning,
they are only insipid pieces of flesh
drowning the fool’s lament.

The questioning does not end,
but the machine is getting rusty.
And as it slowly comes to a halt
only a hoarse scream can be heard
in the middle of the night.

People wake up in fear
holding on to their loved ones.
The mad woman has no one.
She has only herself to embrace.

And she is doubly scared,
for she has heard that scream before…

From: Cuevas, Silvia, ‘I Have Lost My Appetite’ in Westerly, No. 3, Spring 1992, p. 54.
(https://setis.library.usyd.edu.au/ozlit/westerly/all/183612.pdf)

Date: 1992

By: Silvia Cuevas-Morales (1962- )

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