Saturday, May 17, 2014

Dear Facebook: What I Eat Doesn't Affect You

I originally posted this on Tumblr, quickly and in a rage. Then, I lengthened it, and figured I'd post it here on my random topic blog as well.

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DEAR FACEBOOK: WHAT I EAT DOESN’T AFFECT YOU.

I have a friend who avoids pepperoni, another who gets terrified of sugar. My boyfriend and my best friend can’t tolerate dairy. I have acquaintances that are pissed off about GMOs, meat, and some that can’t eat corn. My body has an apparent dislike for gluten — though my taste buds may argue.
Until you have unexplainable and excruciating pain (I likened it to an alien child growing inside me), you may not know what it’s like to be poked and prodded by doctors with no clear answer except, “Yep. There’s some swelling and irritation.” With stomach pain it’s often a process of elimination — dairy, gluten, corn, soy, caffeine, etc. At the end of that elimination round a doctor may say, “We’re still developing tests to diagnose certain food sensitivities and allergies, but if you feel better without it I recommend not eating it.”
This is not a fun answer, and I personally decided to disobey the ruling for a while, but you know what… The pain started to come back! Over two years ago, I opted to stay gluten free for my own body, and guess what… No pain, no bloated belly (which I’d had most of my life, mind you), much rarer heartburn, and we won’t even talk bowels. Is it gluten or something we’ve chemically added to our food supply? Is it that being gluten free forces you to eat more from other healthy food groups — fruits, vegetables, dairy? Is it that certain grains just agitate other stomach or bowel conditions? Guess what? There are a ton of scientists and doctors working on that.
Going gluten free is not fun. I’ve learned not to complain, because really, what good does that do? But, do you assume I enjoy buying frozen bread with half the flavor as your delicious multi-grain oat bread? Do you think I like paying a dollar extra to get a hamburger bun or pizza that isn’t as flavorful as yours? Let’s not even mention what it’s like to be at parties and meetings where everyone else gets to enjoy a giant cookie or a piece of cake, while I nibble on berries and carrots. Get real! 
That said, gluten free brownies are amazing, and we finally found a pizza crust mix that rocks! In fact, there are many products at this point that are comparable… and you know what? That’s because there are people who need them. My brother’s girlfriend has full-on celiac, and you ought to have seen her eyes light up when I found gluten free fig newtons! Explain to me why having these products is a bad thing? How is seeing a gluten free menu or gluten free product in the store hurting you? 
I do not go on long rampages about diet soda, or soy products? I don’t scoff at egg-free or dairy-free products, and the fact is whether you “believe” in gluten allergies and intolerances or not, there are people with celiac who are rejoicing at being able to eat out, and enjoy foods that were otherwise unavailable to them. The fact is, some people do see major stomach, bowel, skin, and other conditions disappear or minimize when they remove gluten from their diet.
Do you know its celiac awareness month? Do you? Do you not find it questionable that certain “research” is appearing this month? Personally, I find it rude, and contrived.
Bottom line: What I eat or do not eat in no way affects most of you — sometimes my boyfriend, sometimes my family, and rarely, my friends. But, guess what? They don’t care! If you do not have a particular stomach problem I suggest you just go about minding what you yourself choose to eat or not eat, and leave me and my doctors to decide what I eat.
Thank you, and good afternoon.


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

29/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

this is my first desk,
         my first office,
         the first space I've ever had,
     to myself

its quirks,
in order of annoyance:

the air vent,
never quite right,
        quite hot, on occasion,
        quite cold, most of the time

the whirring from fans,
used to cool, but make my head shake
                                           shake it out,
                          makeshift sound barrier,
                                                   drown out
kind of
                         
the mouse cord, too short,
with an extension that beeped
                       that blundered
     mouse, busted?
           extender busted?
who knows

hidden away, in a,
and I quote "cave,"
         away in a corner,
like a misfit,
        misdirected,
                      corner pocket,
                                        bat cave.

In other words,
      this place,
      this space
 the first place,
      first office,
      first desk
I've ever had to myself.

I loved it.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

27/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

This 
  may or may not be relevant,
but...

I wear your sweater.

Its reanimation
   through repurposed wool.
Do you come to life on those days?

When your blue threads hit sunshine
   and apple blossoms, 
do you remember?

You like birds, I think,
   and cornflakes with sugar,
flowers, macaroni...

Its hard to remember. 

To me,
   you are photographs, journal entries, 
other people's fond memories... 

and this sweater.

You're tied to me,
   woven yarn, dye, family.

This may,
   or may not be relevant.




Friday, April 25, 2014

25/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

Stop,
   breath,
       there's plenty of time,
it expands
    or contracts 
to your frame of mind.

Slow it up,
speed it down,
take in the view,
sheesh... Just look around.

Believe, 
  for once,
the faster you go,
the less you do,
don't hurry,
there's plenty of time,

Stop.




24/30. - National Poetry Month 2014

#1

Red wagon weather-worn
Trike, long parked pink handlebar
There's a storm brewing

#2

Chit chat squirrel tease 
relies on meow cat food
the sky perfect calm

#3

Pudding snack lunch pail 
Lullaby rocking chair sway
This is the way home

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

23/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

The timeclock on this gig
expired long before she left,
rats in the wall tiles,
tires popped by force,
the mud and smoke and wine piss
stuck in nostrils

days, months, 
years after she waved adios

Is that what PTSD stinks like?
rotten corpses and rottener souls?

Breaking f'ing news,
shouted the powers that be,
a wind storm, a circus train,
bones in the creek,
Blizzard warnings? Don't heed them,
Crime tape, 2 a.m.? Rush to the scene.

Danger be damned.

Its for the people, by the people,
while from the people she ran.

Fire on the mountain,
rumors in the mill,
beep beep, shakes awake,
the alarm clock has five hours still.

Monday, April 21, 2014

21/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

she carried a 
robot hand in her pack,
a weapon against 
the whir of the world,
a plastic cast to 
weild when things got weird,
she carried a
robot hand in ber pack.

Friday, April 18, 2014

18/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

today.

another whoosh of colors and buzz,
a shake of a snowglobe,
a timer's half twist,
a tick mark on an ever-expanding list

days end.

like bare feet on a shag,
a sensation of unexpected comfort,
a palette fulfilled,
rest, to do it again

Thursday, April 17, 2014

17/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

The poet taught
words,
    within words,
        within words,
and the language of commas and line breaks.

Wisdom from ancient,
     recent,
forgotten, and forboding culture.

The poet caused their collission.

She writes --
    boundaries, be damned.

He wiggles letters,
    juxtaposes phrasing,
guffaws at the sound.

The poet spoke
language
    with letters,
         within letters,
and free verse breaks silence,
    forever, and ever.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014