Birdcage:Ribcage

I want to be you.

Bony wrists, twig fingers
collarbone painfully outlined
birdcage for ribs
trying to push its way out of the skin.

I want to be you-
you, with the vitamin deficiencies
that bleach your flawless skin and soft, thick hair,
that starve you no matter how
much you binge.

I want all of it,
your therapy and IV drips
your bandages and liquid supplements.

I want your disease.