I saw her this morning But she was hardly there Hollow Two blue beads for eyes Straw-like hair And bones Every one of them visible Sticking out with nothing to hide them with No fat Not that She smiled this morning And her teeth began to fall out Clinking onto the tiles like a xylophone No tears to fall out of her eyes You need fuel for energy to cry Hanging loosely, her clothing like a towel on a stick She prays to the porcelein for a gag reflex And falls on her knees to the gods of eating disorders
5/3/01
