i do not eat primarily

to survive, but to suffer.

the pieces fall into

a pit-less well

of apathy.

~

the sides of this columnar

structure is strewn with

squashed identities and

it’s stink is somewhere between an

incompletely dried shirt

~

and a fart in the bath tub.

some say success is

to eat more than your appetite –

i take this literally

and no – success does not

~

cower in the dark with shame

or hope to not run into a friend

while getting from the delivery person

to your room.

success does not force feed

~

calories under twenty minutes

to numb the senses and

trick the mind into believing

that that what occurs

is evidently necessary.

~

it is unreasonable, i know

it is illogical, i know.

but the beauty of war

is that both sides fight,

and fight hard.

~

even if

both of

them

are

you.

~~~~~

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