I want to be lighter than the wind,
To fit a tube down my throat,
To let every meal slip away,
Into a bag where it would fall,
Where it won’t stay within.
Now my throat hurts.
I take the back of my toothbrush
And push it down my throat.
I have to push harder—
I’ve lost my gag reflex
Every swallow hurts,
Every bite digs a little deeper.
All I need is a blade, a thick tube,
And a bag to catch it all.