Wildfires

The plate of poison sits in front of me.
Taunting me, really.
My mother has cooked a meal I detest
Because it’s not what we usually eat.
It’s strictly American.
Pot roast with gravy (600).
Potatoes au gratin (515).
Sautéed mixed vegetables (162).

Is she trying to kill me?

I place a napkin on my lap and
Begin to eat dinner with a
Smile and nod at the appropriate times.

When nobody is looking at me,
The meal I have no intention of eating
meets
the
napkin.

I stifle a laugh as I mentally recalculate the calories.
What a fucking joke.
Yet they all shovel the disgusting slop
Into their mouths so it can
Clog up their arteries and
Fill up their already filthy insides.

My insides will always stay
Pure. Perfect. Pristine.
Ana applauds me at the end of the night
As I lay in bed and pretend to sleep.
We’re going out tonight;
It’s time to celebrate my our victory.

I’m proud of you, darling.
Just you wait and see.
I’d never lead you down the wrong path;
I’m here to help you with your transformation.

I daydream about my previous life that night.