I inventoried the fridge.
The cream had turned.
I was late to the news of myself
I didn’t starve.
I just never came back to the table
Even hunger
has standards
I left later,
quiet enough that air forgot me.
I went the way women go
who survive too long
fr—Afterwards
Eva Candelaria Sosa
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Recorded by Eva Candelaria Sosa for Poem-a-Day, a series produced by the Academy of American Poets. Published on June 12, 2026. www.poets.org
