Are you happy
he asks me
and I respond
Yes, why?
and he just shrugs
as I put on my
fabulous shoes
I adjust my

I ask him
How do I look?
he just sighs
and says Beautiful
he kisses me
on the forehead,
but he can't see past
(the bones protruding from)
my dress

as I glance in the mirror
one last time
and fix my
perfect(ly painful)
I announce that
I can't eat much
or I might not fit into
my (skin) dress

he winces as I say this,
but I don't even notice
and he wraps his arm
around my (nonexistent) waist
as if he were holding me up
and I give him a kiss
too oblivious to see
the tear in his eye