This is the fourth installment of my poem in several parts, “Invisiphilia: An Epic.” For an introduction to the piece, please read Part One.
Invisiphilia: An Epic
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PART 4: CAMP
I wonder what the other kids
are doing on their break—
Learning to count calories, shun
pasta, meat, and cake?
Learning how to deal with hunger
(biting sharp like knives)?
Running laps until they vomit—
—running for their lives?
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joannadeadwinter
/ November 10, 2011The epic itself is well done, but I just adore the last four lines. Running for their lives? I only wish I thought of that.
bigliberty
/ November 10, 2011Thank you! I never went to a weight loss camp myself, but I’ve heard several stories of alums.
Ashley Pariseau
/ November 11, 2011Wow, great work. Poetry is my love!
bigliberty
/ November 11, 2011Thanks, Ashley, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t ever call myself a poet, but I do love poetry. To me, Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “The Windhover” is as close to literary music as one gets.