Poetry: Drive Through

disordered-eating-poetry

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 at each window

The ease of the contactless card

Feeding my demons in one foul swipe

I pretend to mull over my choice

Act like it’s for two

Because who are they to know

That when I go home

I eat it all to myself

Alone

But maybe I can’t quite wait that long

I steal a mouthful or two under red lights

Why would food be made this easy if not to be devoured?

Food to go, made fast for the masses

Avoiding the pretence of the supermarket shelves

Adding the mundane to my wired basket so as to disguise

What I’m really there to buy

I recently became friends with the drive through

And like a true friend, it doesn’t judge

It’s just there, when I need it

A bad influence, maybe

The devil on my shoulder

I recently became friends with the drive through

But like some friends

It will only let me down, in the end.

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Sophie Butcher
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