Poems

Days.

Days.
by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

There are days that I eat because I'm hungry; and then there are days that I feel no hunger. Those are the days I eat because I need to keep living.

There are days that I eat because I feel like I'm starving. Like I haven't eaten in ten days. Those days I eat everything and all together. And every three hours in hungry again. Those days I like myself.

And then there are the days I feel no hunger at all. My body asks for food but I'm not the one to feed it. Hours pass and still nothing on my body. I feel tired and low. Those days people force me to eat, and I'm learning to force myself to eat something.

Because if I don't those days that I like myself will no longer be, even though they are turning into smaller quantities.

There are days I feel no hunger but my body does. How can I be so disconnected with my body?
How can days pass and I eat one meal a day?
How can I count my days by the number of meals I had?

Maybe it's because those days when I eat everything at once are the days I like myself and those are the ones I forget the most.

Today I feel no hunger, today my body hurts but not as I would be kind enough to feel any of those. Today is another day.