Feet together
Thighs apart—
Our emaciation is
A form of art,

We find fear
In roll-on calories,
Bone perimeters and
Blur-out boundaries,

Measuring time in
Metrics, flying in decimal
Electrics, we always round
Off to the higher number

Stirring from our
Cigarette slumber,
Kneeling to perform
Oral catharsis.