Sept. 22

I saw her thin

I was fat

She ate

And I smoked

Turning shred

Waste the pencil

Spin harder

And the cellulite

Quickens

To make

Candles of me

And in sat

I waited

Finding

Flakes

Quicken

The coffee

With large packets

Of sweet

Stare blankly

Empty

And into the shaker

Twist

Then the head.