Connor Gartner’s collection of poems, You Looked At Me With Sad Eyes explores negative body image, anxiety and depression as intrinsic parts of the modern coming-of-age story. His work explores “not just of the sweet-scented highs but the rank, sickening lows,” of young adulthood, and the eventual path toward self-acceptance.
They say give a dog a bone but never specify which bones
My bones are chicken bones, ready to splinter and crack
And get stuck in a dog’s throat
As it tries to swallow me down
What I’m trying to say is that not just any bone will do
Not every bone is good for you
It has to be special, sturdy, infallible
And I am not that bone.