365 Poems/75 All the things I can eat now (Rough first draft)

All the things I can eat now

I left her,

my thin, stooped,

bow-legged companion.


She tried to chase me,

but couldn’t go the distance.

She’s still there,

walking the threshold

where the woods

meet the moors.


And now

I eat wensleydale,

studded with candied orange

and cranberries.


I drink milk

that hasn’t been stripped.

I flavour it with sugar,

cinnamon, saffron, ginger.


I ease my hands

over my body,


touching myself.

I have all the soul

and body

that I need now.

I’m not going hungry anymore.