I hate how good you are

At math

The math of calories in calories out

The dance on the edge of death

If you put that skill to use

In business

The company would turn a profit

Always

Like you are always losing weight.

ADVERTISING

I do not appreciate a weight loss ad

Quick!

Easy!

At the bottom of this blog

My haven

What will you gain when you lose?

See through upper ribs

A persistent chill

A pulse slow enough to faint

A carefree summer?

Don't show your arms

Or legs

None of your clothes look

Correct, let alone good

A summer of five more pounds

Five more pounds then

I will eat all I want

Five more until it's okay

I will never go sleeveless

Hydroxycut did not give me my life back

This is not the best I've felt, looked

A swap a day to keep the calories away

I do not partake in our extra large extra cheese world

Your ads are lies.

Calendar Girl, Stay Alive

All of my pens are out of ink

Presumably from lack of use

As I try to kiss away the last moments of

Mother's Day

Sleep will not come

As I scribble this pen alive

(In an old food log

The page before this last ditch effort

Is a glossy magazine photo

A model

Gapped legs flat stomach

And a zebra face)

The smell of ink is invigorating

Nearly a year since a paper success

Or any success

Unless chasing of loved ones counts

What about size zero

Like last pages model

My body scarred with my own stripes

Zebra up and down my limbs

Well I have lived

Not in the sense if enjoyment

Just simply alive