A Poem About Trail Mix
Give yourself more than two tablespoons
Oh, but I am scared
Now don’t measure it.
Okay, but I know what two tablespoons looks like
Now I eat it by the handfuls.
Now I CAN eat it by the handfuls because
It was more than a rule I gave myself
It was a physical rejection
A physical incapability
And repulsion
Because the anxiety built up greater than any mentality
Making me dizzy
Wobbly
Nauseous
Don’t subject yourself to the fear
Do not, under any circumstances, let the sweet salty tangy crunchy mix
Pour uncontrollably into a bowl that you will then place your hands around
Do not
do it.
But eventually I did,
Eventually I forgot what two tablespoons looked like
And all I knew was that the sweet salty tangy crunchy mix
didn’t make my head spin and my ribs turn to rubber.
About the Author: Kate Cunningham is a junior at Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts where she is majoring in Creative Writing and minoring in Environmental Studies. She was born and raised in North Carolina and has a love for exploring different artistic mediums, storytelling, and nature. She is also the co-creator of Wack Magazine, an online and print publication aiming to bridge the gap between creators and consumers.
