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Breaking the fast
You say I'm starting to look like I'm all angles-
10th grade geometry textbook style and
that makes me
nervous.
Your mock-concerned compliment is an incantation that makes meat fall from bone
and my hands shake counting critical teaspoons.
My fingers seek out my negative spaces and yours sink into my newly erupting hipbones.
Nourishment is just a number.
Victory means netting zero
going to bed aching
growling
strong.
As I shrink, I become more visible.
10th grade geometry textbook style and
that makes me
nervous.
Your mock-concerned compliment is an incantation that makes meat fall from bone
and my hands shake counting critical teaspoons.
My fingers seek out my negative spaces and yours sink into my newly erupting hipbones.
Nourishment is just a number.
Victory means netting zero
going to bed aching
growling
strong.
As I shrink, I become more visible.
Published 26th Jan 2014
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Anonymous
30th Jan 2014 7:11pm
I like what you have made this poem into. In the end, the weakness turns into strength....
(sentences seem a bit clattered up, maybe best with shorter lines....?)
(sentences seem a bit clattered up, maybe best with shorter lines....?)
