Cleansed — A Poem by Abigail Lalonde

 
A minimalist illustration of a person holding a hand mirror, with their face obscured by bold, abstract shapes in warm tones of orange, black, and beige.
 
 

Eighteen juices lined up, numbered.
Nutrient rich, replacing meals. 
Pounds drop off the body, turn to waste. 
Headaches come. The mind is cotton.

Nutrient rich, replacing meals— 
an experiment in anorexia. 
Headaches come. The mind is cotton, 
society applauds this starvation. 

An experiment in anorexia. 
Three days to fast, in slow motion, 
society applauds this starvation: 
Low carb, no carb, low fat, no fat. 

Three days to fast, in slow motion. 
Plan your meals around porcelain.
Low carb, no carb, low fat, no fat. 

Eighteen juices. Lined up, numbered.

 

About the Author

Abigail Lalonde lives in Philadelphia with her husband, daughter, and three cats. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Rosemont College. Her work has been featured in Sanitarium Magazine, Pretty Owl Poetry, Crack the Spine, and Memoir Mixtapes.

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