keeping myself out of the way

i try to care without spilling my tears.

laying down all the excess baggage

i’m making my way home into your arms

-o-

traumatic weight loss

you look pale, my mom said

it doesn’t suit you

your eyes are too big for

your face,

they look like popping out

‘i am not hungry’ i answer

amidst loaded spoons shoved

to my face

i can wear S’s now

without even poking my throat

-o-

and it’s a little bit of me

mixed with a little more of you

less than perfect before

given something more.

-o-

wishing on a star that won’t fall

keeping fingers crossed for the time

just throw me a glance, a sign