Dear Sarah - boneybaloney
Picture this
You walk in
Rail thin
Air thick
With tension disguised as therapy
You step on the scale
And she is not impressed
Lips pressed
She presses on her keyboard
With weight on her chest
You just wish you’d eaten less
She asks how you’ve been doing
“Better, I guess”
But the scale is now a traitor
Telling truths so far from this
Didn’t you want this?
Her concern,
The craving met?
A clock on the wall softly ticking
While your bones are sticking out enough to ache in this old chair
As she just stares
Because you haven’t answered yet.
What was the question?
Have you been eating?
Have you been sleeping?
Are you having thoughts of harming?
Is there anything alarming she should know about?
God yes.
But your thoughts are mechanical
Numbers on apples and rice cakes in your head
So you sit quietly instead
Counting minutes like calories
Wondering of which you have less.
