My anorexia,
a roller coaster,
its ups and downs,
donuts and water,
the screams of horror,
the compulsive exercise,
I wanna jump off,
its going too fast,
its curves are my recovery process.
the smooth ones the better times,
the sharp ones=what seems to always be.
My life’s a blur
a sea of calories
in everything,
everywhere,
from minute,
to megas,
it never stops,
calculating,
counting,
measuring,
weighing,
its a violent cycle,
spinning its forces,
winding up,
a washing machine,
I’m amongst the cloths-trapped there.
Engaged,
the kallah glows,
flaunting her glamorous jewelry,
radiant smile,
vibrant expression,
she gazes at her prize,
he does the same.
she feels treasured,
lucky,
prized possession,
married,
tears flowing like a river,
at her chuppah,
hidden under the crisp white veil
she davens for success,
her future,
children, parnassah,
her chasson,
swaying violently,
eyebrows furrowed in concentration,
lips parched,
he smashes his foot magically on the glass,
shatters,
in a million pieces,
yet life’s begun for the new couple.
they’ve embarked on a new journey,
on this remarkable night,
memorable forever.