Niverdia

monday my little girl asked, "what would happen if someone ate the sun and how many calories does it have?" and i wish i could see myself objectively, wish my skin wasn't worn from fitful starvation. have you ever seen your hands as i do, strange bloated things in search of bones? and i wish i could remember when beauty was a mouth red as pomegranate seeds eyes like sickle moons. back when it was more than numbers. ninety-five, eighty-eight. get down to eighty-five and you will be beautiful. be thin and sexless as wet march. tuesday pa told me: "acceptance ain't something you can buy at a convenience store." and i am all ma