There’s something about the way
that we ignore our mental health
and starve ourselves,
feelings-anorexics too afraid to speak
or emotion-bulimics projectile
vomiting projections on others.
After all, all our emotions do is cry
out painfully to be loved and understood,
like an organic telephone call
from the heart and the brain
that we can never decline.
So maybe if we let our stomach
answer the phone, it would smother
their sound, dissolving it in acid
so that we can further
stuff our emotions down.
With the way we ignore
our inner children,
we might as well just eat our young.