Body Politic

Some girls
Cut
One drank
Bleach
They (we) disassembled drains
Shared lies
Over teaspoons
Of air

I wasn’t like
Them
I just preferred
Thin
Mine was a protest
Against the body
Politic

But they didn’t
Understand

You’re not
Eating
Listening
Committing to the belief
That you need to
Can
Change
He said

My doctor
A psychologist
He clarified
(not that it mattered)
As he set the yellow poster board
On the table
Between
Us

“Wall of Death”
Was written across the top
In black felt tip pen
Pictures of smiling girls
With Sparknote epitaphs
Glue sticked
Beneath

Their families cried
He said
I nodded
(which was right)
As I sat
And looked
At these girls

Who looked everything
And nothing
Like
Me

 

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