feeding

and a tv did the worst deed. she saw heaps of bodies after the latest iraqi carbomb. but commericials are comical. the ok. OKAY. friends and fried foods, nevermind you. fridays. a sitcom. the polaroid flicker shake. obtuse angle, duck down. seeing the sights. she reminds me of a moviestar- the way she sleeps, the way she never eats, the way she pretends to be. eat courage in a bowl for breakfast...and necks break so fast when I walk by. I eat. eaten to cores, and rinds, and spines. the spineless get slurped up like steamers. stammer through hallways. she ate the floor during a temper tantrum. this whole nightly news thing is so make-believe. i dont eat pumpkin pie- too seasonal. no poppy seeds or asparagus if you want dome. eaten to the point of excess. thinner. her one and only dream was to be as thin as the latest anorexic superstar. but the straws at fastfood spots are getting fatter. and the facts are getting skimp. skip stones and stones sacs on the muscus of asthma attacks. eat the lung lining. eaten eyeloads- but eyes bigger than stomach budgets. and belts don't budge. the buldge. regurgetate everything you've been force fed. and eat the bugs that crawl from your dreams and sleep inside your bed. instead.