I have been slow,
lying my way back to eating
food again. Food again and spending
money on the good stuff.
Food poisoning has been a severe bitch
with sunken eyes and bone for fingertips.
The money has gone,
the weight with it.
The savings, think of the savings!
My heart is broken
in choice. I don't want to throw up anymore.
I want to be just like you. I want burgers
on Sunday and meat loaf on Wednesday.
I want thick as fuck sweet onions,
sour cream for days, scorched beef sides
on Tuesday and pan lickings on Saturday.
Food again, food again! But it's been too long
and I am throwing up again.
What is this shit? What happened
to the cups of hot water
I used to know?
I am so tired. I wish I could sleep on the skin of an apple.
