The clouds laugh at my nonsense of a life

in which I open the fridge and just scream

 

I am lavender fields in loneliness I am brainlessly
above my recommended BMI stuck between

 

fluctuating tempests of green tea leaves

I throw up in violent mudspats because I know
 

someone is writing a book about my voracity

for being deliberately pathetic

 

I reach inside my throat pull out my gall bladder

I cut my belly in silly-sized quarters

 

drown my intestines in the English Channel

it’s a good thing I can’t swim