"triscuits" poems
oh, my god,
stop praising little girls for being "tiny" and "slender" and "willowy"
for being skinny.
because the scale offers validation
and eating cheetos and twizzlers and cookies and candy without gaining a pound becomes an accomplishment
a sharp and boasting laugh
ha, ha! i can eat all the **** i want
and still be /skinny!/
because a girl will feel pride
in her ballerina legs and bony joints
and guilt
in her best friend wishing she were as small.
because "skinny" stops being an adjective
and becomes a definition.
because being skinny becomes
owning stacks and stacks of size zero jeans
but ******* and shimmying and squeezing your *** into them
(god forbid you buy a size two.)
skinny becomes looking flat in the midsection
but only if you eat triscuits for lunch that day
becomes seeing the outlines of individual ribs
but grabbing with a grimace the layer of fat and skin that covers them
becomes standing with legs spread apart and back tilted and eyes squinted
and looking maybe kind of like a forever 21 model,
until you sit and your thighs melt into huge endless expanses of tissue
becomes avoiding the bathroom scale because you told yourself two years ago you'd never get above double digits.
becomes knowing that most girls would **** for your body, or for the absence of your body - for the carved out spaces where flesh could be.
becomes feeling guilty, feeling ridiculous, feeling ungrateful
becomes never admitting to anyone that you feel anything but skinny.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Triscuits and hummus
with olives and wine
Miles and Coltrane
in four four time
salmon and salad
rosemary and thyme
Rohmer and Renoir
at Hollywood and Vine
Haruki Murakami
and Mark Twain
these are some of the
favorite things of mine
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Hey folks,
Begging your pardon?
_Die_
You're all
gonna
_Die_
You're all gonna
_Die_
The whole being dead thing...
You're
_doomed_
E n j o y the
_sining_
And if I hear your C e l l p h o n e
_ringing_
I'll **** you m y s e l f
The whole ~"Being dead"~ thing.
G Brutal truth,
I Hitlist,
A Christmas,
N Triscuits,
T Statistics.
SNAKE
Every show I do like a TON of
_c o k e_
Jesus, pass the
_d r a m a m i m e_
Bla Bla
Bible
_Jesus_
*M
*A
*G
*I
*C
Seriously though, this is a (show?) about
DEATH
And on a certain date, the universe kills you.
That's the thing with _life_
No-one makes it out _alive_
God I hope you're ready for a
(Show?) about
Death.
I do this ******** like eight times a week,
You're gonna be fine.
God I hope you're ready
for a (show?) about
DEATH
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC