Like I'm the Dalai Lhama
It makes me feel no better
Purging a full pot of beans
Into the toilet
Gives me the relief
I was looking for
Wasting food
For the first time
Made me feel like I was alive
Not undead
Zombiefied
Consuming everything
I don't like to vomit
But dumping food
Directly into the toilet
Makes me feel better
I can relate now
To the anorexic ballerina
That refuses to shave her pits
I do not shave my pits
I do not eat pits
I do not find pleasure
In the put of my stomach
But rather
An empty place
Where beans should be
But wine will fill
Just as rapidly
All for the better
Wine evaporates
Beans
Grow to stink
Like me
Like you
Like all of this that exists
Above the fold
And under the satellites
