Gaunt

January 1, 2009

We all got real drunk last night
but I was the worst.
A bottle of Bacardi:
almost the whole thing
to myself
on a stomach of nothing.
Threw up about three days worth
of oxygen

Now
I can’t lift my poor head
off its cloud.
sicksicksick.
Sick but happy
because now
I won’t have any real chance

to eat.



January 16, 2009

Walked outside for the first time
all month long.
Went straight back inside
because
I felt bad
about leaving footprints

deep in the snow.

So I
made some hot chocolate;
poured it all down the sink.
Baked twenty-four cookies;
threw them all in the trash.
Sat in front of the heater
then turned it off.
Don’t like to sweat like a fat pig
so instead
I’ll freeze like the cold body of a man with no skin

dead in the snow.



January 29, 2009

My cat Misty--
she died today.
So I ate
nine oreos
eight crackers
seven maraschino cherries
six tablespoons of peanut butter
five chocolate bars
four pieces of fudge
three bites of cereal
two servings of vegetable soup
one slice of pie.

Then it all fell out of my throat, in to the toilet
in honor of Misty,
serving as my guard by the bathroom door
after
every
single
bite.