folding the pages to an escape
consume the clarity
worth the calories?
cut cut cut
you ate. You stupid *****.

the edible woman.
girl, interrupted.

my eyes track along the shapes of my sanctity
a little train to my escape
i run as fast as my eyes can carry me.
isolated in my alphabets

my bell jar.

the Grecian shapes have fenced around me
but I'm snug as a gun.
and i cannot force myself to my own conceit.

Seamus Heaney
Shakespeare

my true friends.
listen to me. Speak to me
through their squiggles and stories.
who don't ask me to eat.