In View of an Unbearable Lightness

[guesswho_i_am]

Don't starve yourself woman.

You know you're just a wastebasket
for emaciation, your fickle stomach
a cave-into society that
pressed you down to thin paper
pages of books you will deny
ten-thousand truths tonight
before an empty bed
could barely creak in light
of weighty problems crush
your powder bones with one look
seize a vastness hanging from your skin,
a space that should be air
of dawn and dusk in dread
of tipping numbers, sloping downward to
live hanging by your kidnapped mind to
live empty as a lie and waste
your basket self like consumers gone green.

Don't starve ourselves, women.