Lactose Intolerance

what weight holds words of warning
in throes of ecstasy
when all good sense is eclipsed
to serve sensation’s greed

spellbound by promise of softness and warmth
soaring ever higher
the mind can hardly give language to what
leaves the body ever enamoured

but like young icarus came to know
falling is the end of flight
and praying knees land awfully hard
on cold tile and conceit

a porcelain shrine stands indifferent
unhearing to pleas for release
between upchucks of regret
and of tomato and cheese




Jess Derr is a senior English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor from Willow Grove, PA. When not writing, she enjoys dogs, lifting, and dissecting conceptions of Scottish Highland masculinity.

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