I don't have an eating disorder
But
I eat one meal a day

I don't have an eating disorder
But
I cant eat more than 700 calories a day

I don't have an eating disorder
But
I have to skateboard at least 5 hours a day

I don't have an eating disorder
But
If I don't know how many calories is in something I can't eat it

Tubers cry in anguish as water dance to the tune of furnace
My nose walk daintily towards the newly birthed yams;
That dress in different shapes and lie in separate sizes
And I watch it move to the beat of time

Mortal refuse to retaliate the knock of angry Pestle,
Skin begins to shed tiers like a pregnant cloud
Heart begins to whisper incessantly,
Yams begin to walk step by step to the land of giant kings

They are wrapped into the beautiful home of leaves,
Can my heart bring out vegetables from its hide?
Can my head push out Vegetables and Meats used to paint its beautiful face?
The only visitor that knocks my heart when I see the king walk towards the table

All hail the King and Queen!
That spoon the heart with smile and bestow the mouth with bliss
All hail the King and Queen!
That could baptize the heart of an handicapped man by lightening his finger

For other foods bow before your table,
And their knees kiss the ground when their eyes hear a whisper of your name
My great pounded yam and vegetable that puts a ring on a Spinter's finger,
The Nobles I wish could visit my table over and over again.

I  cannot really tell,
The reason I'm shaking now.
Is because of a lack of a healthy diet,
Or from anxiety within,
Raised to a great height.

The giantess likes to eat
cake pans, crunchy
fishshells with fishink

cheese boards and cell goblets
gland sweat, salad Russians
peachicks and bean runners

she sniffs up sausage smoke
and krautsauer, munches
on fruit stones

takes tomatoes for desert
with white cheese goats
and always hungers

for Himmel und Erde

Dappled sweat, bile, snot, the quick
Boiled then burst. A flushed anemic,
My body nothing but a seam.

Rag slopped, sodden shot to wick,
Smeared the table thick with sheen,
Rutting reek on things pristine.

Outpours the raw and unhygenic -
Perfection is this bowl swabbed clean.

i began to eat again.
i haven't told anyone.
no one really noticed anyways.
my hands didn't shake or turn the small packet of goldfish around to see the calories.
i felt okay eating them.
i ate all of it.

getting home,
i feel hungry.
and now,
i eat.
without guilt, without shame.
no small voice in my head tells me how big i am or how disappointed i should be in myself.

i take a deep breath if the voice comes back,
close my eyes and chew.
chew until i feel okay to swallow.

today,
i'm eating.
and tomorrow,
i will again.

I take a bite
of a ginger and chocolate
cookie
and chew
pungent ginger
and sweet chocolate;
soft crumbly cookie pieces
roll over my tongue
as I chew;
my mouth waters
and the flavours
of spicy ginger and delectable chocolate
mix in my mouth.