Ew_ulogy

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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.