For more than a fortnight I abstained,
but brace myself for my inevitable fall.
In times of famine I yet eat.
In times of feasting then I starve.
It’s perfect how this cycle spins itself
from childhood to grave like predatory lending,
building an artificial edifice out of sand.
© Mindy Goorchenko, 2018. Here is a link to my published poetry collection, The Latent Talent of Conception. Thank you for your support.