At the Russian restaurant

At the Russian restaurant
eating stuffed eggplant

I thought about how in Greek
this dish is literally called “shoes”

Watching you cut lamb from bone
I ate the soft nightshade strips

My body was
the garbage

I made my body
the garbage

I don't eat meat
but you say I like carnivorous actions
& I do

My nipples slipped out of my dress
if I didn't keep good posture

I never keep good posture

My body
my garbage

Francesca Kritikos

Francesca Kritikos (@fmkrit) is a Greek-American writer and editor currently based in Chicago. She wrote the poetry chapbooks It Felt Like Worship (Sad Spell Press, 2017) and Animals Don't Go To Hell (Bottlecap Press, 2021) and the full-length poetry collection Exercise in Desire (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2022). Her poetry has appeared in Χάρτης, Blush Lit, the Des Pair Quarterly and elsewhere, and she also wrote a creative-critical essay on Joan Didion published by The London Magazine.

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You are sitting at a table across the room