The Woman Who Ate Pittsburgh Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

The Woman Who Ate Pittsburgh

Rating: 5.0


Looking for me is useless,
If you find me, I am not
able to pass my hand
through your image

without breaking the illusion.

Stand in front of me, scream.
It is still you screaming.
I am always inside my skin,
me! over and over.

Yes, I have many words,
strung together they become
the moment it takes to write,
only one slice

until we eat it.

That's where
I'm always found,
chewing slowly

a melancholy movie,
dancing daisies,
collapsing buildings,
the smell of bread baking,
transparent people,
magazines and

little bites of entire cities

until I can swallow the sky.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris Mendros 18 September 2007

So empowering, consuming the world thru poetry. If anyone can do it, it is you.

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Elysabeth Faslund 07 September 2007

There's only one comment that comes to mind...PUBLISH THIS! ! ! xxElysabeth

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Ivan Donn Carswell 26 August 2007

The analogy we are what we eat is equally applied to we exist because we think. Cheryl goes a bit further and suggests existence is the sum of all experience, past, present and future. A big bite to chew but Pittsburg isn't exactly a country village either... Love the thought progression. Rgds, Ivan

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Ana Monnar 26 August 2007

A big: -))))))))))))))) on my face. Loved your creativity!

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