Alexa Laing-Moore
eating disorders
eating disorders
too heavy
portrait of a lady; in good health,
with all the vim and vigor befitting the age.
it’s not enough, it will never be enough.
without silhouetted ribs and jagged collarbones
skin stretched taunt, strung like a drum skin from hip
to ridged hip; when the mouths begs for more
than the stomach dare oblige for fear of flooding.
but when each bone peeks out from behind translucent
coverings, that, just so, is pure bliss.
to defy substance and slip into the etherial.
oh, to be a celestial body defined by stardust
and moth wings; only to shed scales too heavy for flight
must shed the skin, shed the hair, shed the tears sweat and blood
shed the weight, shed the pounds, shed the anchors
tying us to the solidity of Earth’s mantle.