Having been a vegetarian, pescatarian and meat-eater over the last few years, it would be safe to assume that I am somewhat conflicted about food. Add to the mix the fact that I’m also regularly intolerant to carbs, sugar and dairy and that sometimes these can cause horrific symptoms, I have developed what can only be described as a rather strange relationship with the sustenance that keeps us alive on the day to day. I wrote this poem about how I see food.
Clean is the rule.
But I sometimes need cake to survive.
Sugar is satan.
But I always crave more, lest I try.
Carbs make me sick.
But they always make me feel fat.
Salad is God.
But sometimes pizza is all that I want.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016)