the ghost of karen carpenter
starving women
are majestic
so efficient
hair falling like straw in the wind
fuzzy jointed
where the wind blows through. in the dirt of old rayon
skin like bark
they photosynthesize
the will and embarrass children
their holocaust
hips
small girl
implosions at the end of a fork
castrati envious
are they really
women or secret boys in their sisters clothes
boys in search
of tragedy eating cant provide
the terrors
of roast beef and the ordeal of ice cream
staring into
fat as into the abyss
is this comedy
for the insane
or can girls
really live on sunshine and water
their roots
sucking life from some future documentary
on what went
wrong /
starvation
is a question for the eyes
bones are a
spectator sport
what can you
say to the skull
behind their
words
the sad dying
way their lips
make a smile
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