Midlife midriff

Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds,
      — and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart;
      — I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.

—Terri Guillemets

scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000, pages 136–139

In a hospital

In a hospital
it’s difficult to listen
to sad, scary sounds
      “code blue” on intercoms
      wailing, grieving families
      beep-beep-beep of machines —
But if you listen
more carefully
you can hear
      the sound of hope
      of healing, love, and support,
      caring, confident voices
      of nurses and doctors and staff,
      the din and melodies of
      our imperfect and indispensable
      healthcare plexus at work.

—Terri Guillemets

Bloated

Bloated —
39% with food
78% with guilt
for what I’m doing to my body.

Stop with the negative
and the crazy.
Get on with the
love & heavenly!

—Terri Guillemets

Yes, I know, it doesn’t add up to 100. It’s okay — it’s metaphorical math. Numerical poetic license. –tg 🤪