anorexia's on my list of things to do
but then I remember that he can already trace
shadows between my protruding ribs
and the caffeine's done more than fill me up.
you might say I'm beautiful when it's
seven thirty am and the cities just rising
out of a drunken slumber, but I'll walk
away and tug on my baggy t-shirt to cover
up the too-tight jeans I forgot to take off.
the change in my pocket won't get me
through today but that's alright because I
can beg it off one of the passerby.
they like the dirty way I stare when I
sit on the hard concrete and wait for the
train, again and again. it's dusk and the
streetlights flicker on and off while I get
appraising looks from the cars and wonder
if I'll have enough money for the ride home.
it's unfair that I've got one dollar and you've
got more but then again, I've got all the
pride of the gutter and you're stuck in a
never-ending world of plasma tv screens
and velour sweatpants. I make my money
the hard way, but at least it matters.
anorexia's on my list of things to do,
but only because all I can afford is coffee.