Sticking My Face in the Blender Poem

1 June 2022

When the water in the vase of my flowers is become thick and rancid
I will be drinking that I put whole eggs in the microwave for 7 8 9
minutes scrape the egg burst onto a bowl of rice. Nothing is too rich
for my blood I am unlearning how to be every year the sum total
of experiences in my life is less. I am watching my neighbours close
their curtains inch by inch I am experiencing psychic pain to a lesser
extent than my peers. I am pulling brain matter out through my nose
and flinging it off the balcony in the wind the wind is picking it
up and slapping the body-warm matter onto one poor soul walking
in the alley beneath my apartment I am getting naked in my windows
and smearing Vaseline all over my body I am eating roasted onions
day after day until my apartment smells like boiling pitch while
the onions are travelling through me morphing. I am using squeezed
out sausage casings as a ribbon in my hairs I am buying myself
irises for Valentine’s Day and cooking them down into a poison paste
smearing it on my thighs until they pussing and ulcering shed and my
new, shiny clean and pink legs grow in underneath.

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About Anupama Pilbrow

Anupama Pilbrow is a PhD student at the University of New South Wales researching early science fiction and representations of water. She is the author of chapbook Body Poems, released as part of the deciBels 3 series (Vagabond 2018). Her poems, reviews, and essays have been published in journals and anthologies including Rabbit Poetry Journal, JEASA, Liminal, Southerly, and The Hunter Anthology of Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry. She was Editor-in-Chief of The Suburban Review from 2017 to 2021, and now holds the role of Vice President of The Suburban Review Inc. Her poetry often deals with delight, disgust, diaspora, and the abject.

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