Sometimes, like now, when I feel like my emotions
are unbearable, I stop eating. Or rather, I eat in
tiny, rigidly enforced taste portions.
Like, a spoonful of cold beans every two hours.
In between I drink apple cider vinegar, lots
of tea, and an occasional beer.
Or beers.
I lose rapid wait, and my short term memory
begins to fail, immediately.
So, thusly, I feel like, well, win-win.
I can't remember what is causing me such
fucking heartache. And as I lay in bed at
night, starving, I run my hands over my
ribs, and feel beautiful.
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