Gaunt

April 1, 2009

This morning
I got right out of bed.
Didn’t even fall.
No bruises
to be seen.

In the kitchen
I spent an hour
preparing a three-course meal
all for myself.
Toast
and eggs
and bacon
and waffles
and those pancakes
with the chocolate chips.
Ate every last bite.
Washed it down
with a tall glass
of glowing orange
sugar.

April Fools.



April 20, 2009

I ditched school
and took the bus up to Boulder
with Victoria and Molly.
We smoked
and we smoked
and we smoked
until I couldn’t hardly walk,
couldn’t hardly talk,
couldn’t hardly smoke anymore.

While they ate
huge subs from Cheba Hut
I watched
and marveled at my own
will power;
so strong
that not only do I let my stomach growl
sober,
but stoned as well

“Don’t you want some?”
“No, I don’t get the munchies,”



April 29, 2009

Finals are coming up.
Mom might lose her job.
Zack got hit by a car.
I failed a math test--
a science one, too.
And worst of all
I don’t like
my new haircut.

I wonder--
no, i know
things would be better
if only
I didn’t eat
that banana
two nights ago.