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Atypical Dyspepsia
by Max Bouillet"What? Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost [which is] in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?"
--1 Corinthians 6:19
She has a way
of getting under my skin.
At first,
it was annoying.
I just gained weight.
My flesh thinned as I watched her
wriggle under my skin.
Brilliant bruises formed
outlining her face.
Periodically, I would
lose control of my limbs
and she would make me
eat chocolate.
Okay, maybe that was me.
She got bored and started
writing her prophecies on my flesh
I spent my days reading
inverted words in the mirror
and mused about my skin
becoming mirror dependent scripture.
Soon afterwards,
I exploded.
Just seconds in this world
and she was already cleaning up after me. 06/29/2010 Posted on 06/30/2010
Copyright © 2026 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/30/10 at 01:52 AM Love it, love it, love it. Classic Bouillet. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 06/30/10 at 08:26 AM Not apples my dear, chocolate. How appropriate! I love it! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/30/10 at 03:47 PM Insanely clever stuff. I especially love the style that runs through this thing. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/30/10 at 10:45 PM This is slinky body-morphing gender-bending in its truest sense...you are what you eat, you become your parents, you implode from the pressure, clean-up on aisle five. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/01/10 at 01:08 AM kept a smile plastered on my face from the open to the close |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/01/10 at 05:36 PM What a thought! How someone getting under our skin makes us gain weight. That has so so so many possibilities for another pome. I love the idea of the pregnant mom making the fetus eat chocolate. Your range still challenges my eyes and my mind - looking for your horizon. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/03/10 at 11:59 AM one has not lived until one's lived with a bevy of women under one's skin. I dig women under my skin. I dig this poem under my skin. and I suppose all who get under will have to fight for territorial rights if they can't arrive upon a compromise. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/03/10 at 09:36 PM "She got bored and started
writing her prophecies on my flesh" amazing lines! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/10 at 02:00 PM With each new read, we can always expect something different and imaginative from you Max. This piece is no exception. I love the concept and how you've applied it with humor to yourself. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/04/10 at 06:13 PM Fun Max...CharMin |
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