Gaunt

February 8, 2009

Lost four pounds.
Now I am
eighty-nine.
Only eighty-two more to go.
Wanna be back to my
birth weight.
I was beautiful
long ago.



February 14, 2009

Zack brought me a heart-shaped box
red as my nails, bubblegum bow.
Inside of it
there was nothing.
“I knew you’d like it better that way.”
He put a bracelet around my
left wrist,
made of fake diamonds and
real rubies.
Slipped right off.

Later in the night
he took me out to dinner
“I’m sorry,
but if you don’t take at least one bite,
I can’t be with you anymore.
If I don’t like my pork
with protruding bones,
what makes you think
I like my girlfriend that way?”

For the record, we’re over.



February 28, 2009

Lost another two pounds.
Can’t seem to find a pair of jeans
that don’t slide right off.
It would make me smile
but I don’t like to be so
naked.