The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit.
Father cries, the dining room is vomiting.
No wonder, the way you eat, it’s enough to make anybody sick,
says his wife.
What shall we do? What shall we do? he cries.
Call the Vomit Doctor of course.
Yes, but all he does is vomit, sighs father.
If you were a vomit doctor you’d vomit too.
But isn’t there enough vomit? sighs father.
There is never enough vomit.
Do I make everybody that sick, sighs father.
No no, everybody is born sick.
Born sick? cries father.
Of course, haven’t you noticed how everybody eventually
dies? she says.
Is the dining room dying . . . ?
. . . The way you eat, it’s enough to make anyone sick,
she screams.
So I do make everybody that sick . . .
Excuse me, I think I’m going to be sick, she says.
Oh where is the Vomit Doctor? At least when he vomits one
knows one has it from high authority, screamed father.
Vomit
Analysis, meaning and summary of Russell Edson's poem Vomit
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Great poem, This poet was brought to my attention by my Teacher, and i’ve really gotten into reading his work. and Brittany, remember, the poem didn’t make you sick, you were born sick.
This poem is very discusting. i almost vomited after reading it!