A Poem
Here’s a query:
Every diet is a fad diet
Is it not?
Every point
Throughout the narrative
Serves to advance the plot
Wring out yards and yards
Of large intestine
Miles and miles of small
Gouge my stomach open
Then it doubles over
The size of a ball
Make a fist with my hand
I can fit the whole thing
Behind my teeth for this!
An appetite
And a feast to fit
So famine is obsequious
A chefs kiss
One simple wish
Mercy
Like speaking meekly
Donnez-moi ‘please’ in French
A sweetness at my lips
How sweet
This which tempts
To me, says,
“It’s only une petit calorie”
Burn off heat from your sweat in a sec
Yet, coming clean, I need to relent;
My jeans have needed to stretch
From increasing the heft
My bone frame bows
From right to left and clefts
Blood vessels
Lose arterial depth on tests from stress
One heart valve’s too depressed
And even so
How true it is
I unfollowed some influencer
Shaking my fist
Like “if the shoe fits”
All while I’m shaking loose
The other shoe and slips
A fool, kicking, useless
Consumed in stupid new attempts
Another self-inducing, some
Grueling, foodless fit just to trim and mend some wicked end
Another tooth in my grin
The hue of wool I’ve stooped and dipped to dye in
Resents the food in my fridge