Entry, Foot in Mouth Disease
Terra Berardi, Ross
It hit me when formaldehyde,
began to smell like home.
It hit me while my brother was eating chicken,
and I proceeded to tell them about the muscles and bones.
It hit me when I acquired a million pets,
that I meant to only foster.
It hit me when I used words like “distal” and “proximal,”
to give driving directions to my father.
It hit me when I forgot,
what having a social life means.
It hit me when every study break involved,
the consumption of caffeine.
But it hit the most when I sat down,
to write this submission,
because it was a way of feeling productive,
while procrastinating on my study of nutrition.