Eating Disorder

Today I wrote this poem:

Eating Disorder

I am

eating

disorder.

This poem refers, in part, to our kitchen table, which is extremely disorderly.  For example, although my wife cleared it off just yesterday, today it holds: a ripe banana, Homer's Odyssey (the Allen Mandelbaum translation), a wooden nickel, a drying lambs quarters leaf, a black Papermate pen, an empty box of Heartland granola, an empty bag of Arrowhead Mills puffed rice, a black twist tie, a bowl with a green pear inside, a pocket mirror mounted on black plastic labeled "Profyle," Best American Plays: Fourth Series 1951-1957,  an empty box of Frozen Certified Organic Moroccan Lentil Tagine, Romanoff and Juliet by Peter Ustinov, and a vase of wildflowers.  Also, the following list is written on an envelope:

Athena

Naus.

Odyss.

Alc.

youths

Sitting down to dinner at this table, you feel you are eating disorder.