Ew_ulogy
Ew_ulogy
do not think have mouth
spell in slime
spaghettiOs spilt table
am learn mouth
do not think any
would mind if starve
or fold in on self
like Ouroboros
first taste discovered
will be end
do not chrysalis butterfly
stay ugly
im perfect circle
body not display
behind glass
never birthday
party cannot picture
funeral
no music
cake unmake
find candles
try blow
all once
mouth no good
I wrote this poem as an exercise in trying to find the strangest POV possible and write from it with empathy and encourage that same empathy from any reader. I chose to write from the perspective of a slug and centre the piece around body dysmorphia and the idea of the speaker exploring their own body through unusual language and voice.
I have written the piece in a sad, childlike voice full of errors and missteps, gently guiding the reader through the work. I turned this piece into a collage artwork, using cut-out images of floral art prints to simulate a dinner tablecloth. In this way, the poem itself resembles the slime trail of a slug crawling over a table top. The green font helps to simulate this effect.
By Sean West