Eat

Thirty minutes After My Revelation.
Doctor Jacobs, that is the doctor’s name.
Jasmine, that is Ms. America’s name.
Seymour, that is my name.
All gathered in a circle, we are sitting on my bed.
Bowl of kiwi Jell-O sitting in the middle.
My favorite.
Orange juice beside us on the table.
Again, my favorite.
A trembling hand brings the glass to my lips.
A large gulp.
All I can do to keep it down.
Shaking hands make getting a spoon-full of Jell-O hard, but I manage.
One bite and swallow.
Sticks to my throat, and my brain and my heart wage war as it travels down.
One more bite.
Full.
My tiny stomach can handle no more.