Less
less
less
I can always do more
to eat less—to feed
the insatiable
hunger for starvation,
the challenge to be
stronger.
No is my power,
my strength, my protection.
I am strong when I say no.
More
more
more
I can always do more
to see less—less fat,
less thigh, less stomach,
less arm, less cheek.
More beautiful, beautiful bone.
the squeak of my shoes
the tap of my pencil against the page
even the sound of my breath:
in-out in-out in-out,
eat-less eat-less eat-less.
The value of my existence has been
stripped down to a figure.
Input. Output.
I waste away into numbers until all I am is
the addition and subtraction
of nutrients. Of calories and carbs and fats and proteins.
I have pushed myself
out and left
an empty shell
Silenticel 