4 / The Deviation

 

It begins quietly

in certain female children:

the fear of death, taking as its form

dedication to hunger,

because a woman’s body

is a grave; it will accept

anything.  I remember

lying in bed at night

touching the soft, digressive breasts,

touching, at fifteen,

the interfering flesh

that I would sacrifice

until the limbs were free

of blossom and subterfuge:  I felt

what I feel now, aligning these words –

it is the same need to perfect,

of which death is the mere by-product.

 

 

–Louise Gluck, A dedication to hunger

 

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