| No, I swear I don't have an ED. Nor Am I here in search of one. I don't think really skinny girls are attractive. They're ugly. No, I'm not like you. I've just stopped eating 'til I get fit. No, it's not a control issue. I'm doing this for him. So when he runs his hands over my thighs, he won't - I won't - feel like the fat between us is holding us back, like it's weighing us down. I want to be soft, moist. But I don't want any fat on me. Neither does he. |
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| There's nothing good to eat, nothing fills me in. I take vitamin pills. Smoke a cigarette once a day, smoking black lungs behind closed lids. That burger. Birds chirp within my head. Needles stabbing my forehead. A half turn to walk away; ravished meat down a rail. This contender, she has lost her way. There's nothing left to say. |
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