Golden Girl
(10-12-8)

Your teenage anorexia is like
sunshine in watercolour palettes of morning
that by the afternoon seem fat.

Your very first boyfriend’s a parallel
of golden scales twisted in plastic-weed seabeds,
disposed of down toilets in shame.

Your sixteenth birthday wish of happiness–
just blood on paper towels, and dissatisfaction
at your newly etched map of grief.