AMOREXIA
Hungry though we are for love
We starve ourselves intentionally
Standing at the bakery window staring
Brave enough to step inside, but never daring
Even one dip of a dainty finger in the frosting
And if by great misfortune
A morsel be consumed
Then some foreign object
Must tickle the esophagus
And bring it all back up in a rush
To splatter at our feet
All vile and the object of disgust
And we losing, wait
For the next insane temptation
Sharpening our knives
Nourished by the rendering
Kenton Adler c '93
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