Poetry: Drive Through

  I recently became friends with the drive through The sweet anonymity of the thing I crave, passed through the small translucent square   No need for self consciousness, for hunched shoulders and crossed arms Your face is barely recognised…

Poetry: FULL

*This poem was written in late 2016/early 2017 (I can’t quite remember!) when I was at the peak of my disordered eating. Things have improved since then, but I thought that sharing this expression of my experiences might help others…