Crash

Oh simple sweetfaced blue eyes
I am mired
with no body to crash
my bones into
with no skin to swallow
my sweat down
with no lips to catch
my tears softly trailing

Oh simple sweetfaced morning sun
I am loathe
to simply continue repeating
all the endless mockeries
that society tries
to mold us into
and test us with the weight
and caliber of our souls

Oh simple sweetfaced lover
I smashed my scale
when I was seventeen
I poured the pills down
the train's blue-watered toilet
flushed a goodbye
And I wept when I found in March
another twenty pounds

Oh simple sweetfaced morning dew
I am discovered
but not for the reasons they think
not for my pretty face
nor my calcium laden depositories
Smoke and air is my sustenance
simply because the only hunger I have
is for love

Dry your tears
box up your fears
I am not
Diseased
as I used to be