all night my sister retches in the toilet a bug crawls around my own stomach nothing like hers i sneak into the kitchen drink madly from her cup and swallow her half-chewed food.
god i hope i get it.
those 3 middle schoolers got salmonella from the kebab place down the street now no one ever wants to go i understand but i stop by as often as i can.
god i hope i get it.
i only ever see her going into or out of the bathroom eyes welled, teeth yellow, lunch bag empty i reach inside my throat i want to be like her but tears leak and ***** doesn't.
god i hope i get it.
last night i finally did. i shoveled food into my mouth, unable to stop until my vision blurred and when i knelt down and watched murky colors mix with the ceramic reflection i just felt deceived the bug was still within me crawling, creeping, ceaseless torture unwilling to ever leave.
god i hope i lose it.
if mom wasn't on the other line i would join those intoxicated, bubbling laughters and puke my way into freedom --more liquid than not.