Malnourished

By Kiel M. Gregory

I look emaciated, I tell her,
and her expression says she doesn’t know
what that word means.

Thumb to four fingertips to mouth,
I sign eat while shaking my head and say,
No comida suficiente.

She furls her brow with frustrated disinterest.

I’m not eating. Too much stress, I say.

Oh, she replies, and continues swiping upward
through her feed.

This is what it is to be on the only side of understanding,
of one-way desire:
to lose one’s appetite.

Kiel M. Gregory works and studies in Upstate New York. His essays, verse, and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Paterson Literary Review, Lips, Gandy Dancer, Great Lake Review, Black River Review, and elsewhere.

About the Author:

You may also like…

No Worry

No Worry

By Dan Lu No worry about money. No need  for ask. Mama ai ni      Mama say  do your homework before bed,   Mama tuck you in at night, Mama  cross an ocean for you      the salt   is in your blood      feel the sting in  your flesh    the fracture in your   bones   ...

Villa Camillus

Villa Camillus

By Peyton Bender Grandma is small like me.   Nestled into her faded flowered   sheets, huddled into a pillow-fort   coffin, her wrinkled eyelids     blanket her eyes; her lips  do not greet me with a smile  today. She breathes like my   cabbage patch doll—so subtly  ...

Flat Stanley

Flat Stanley

By Hannah L. Nelson                                                      I hate                                          that change means we                              lose that piece of what used to                               be. Understandably not entirely,  ...