So our english teacher has assigned us a paper about a poem. We have to analyze it and find info about it and all that jazz. I chose the poem "Anorexic" by Eavan Boland. I think this is a pretty great poem because she doesn't use any annoying cliches and I think some of the stuff she says is quite accurate. So here's the poem which I found on the following website:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anorexic/

Anorexic

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps and wiles. They scorch in my self denials. How she meshed my head in the half-truths of her fevers till I renounced milk and honey and the taste of lunch. I vomited her hungers. Now the bitch is burning. I am starved and curveless. I am skin and bone. She has learned her lesson. Thin as a rib I turn in sleep. My dreams probe a claustrophobia a sensuous enclosure. How warm it was and wide once by a warm drum , once by the song of his breath and in his sleeping side. Only a little more, only a few more days sinless, foodless, I will slip back into him again as if I had never been away. Caged so I will grow angular and holy past pain, keeping his heart such company as will make me forget in a small space the fall into forked dark, into python needs heaving to hips and breasts and lips and heat and sweat and fat and greed. Eavan Boland