Something’s Wrong

I ate an apple today.

Same as yesterday.

It’s called a low

Carb diet.

Today is day

Thirty-one.

But it’s dinner time

I’m hungry but…

The anxiety

Or is it

The Depression?

Will only

Fish out bits

Of veggies

It can’t be a coincidence:

The involuntary

Crying.

The Bawling.

The cowering

Beneath my hood

In darkness.

Because if it isn’t–

It’s Scaring me.

Dear God, my plate is already so full.

The tension

On my brain

Is worsening

Every time

I chew

A Pea

Or kernel

Or sliver of carrot.

It’s just a fucking

Maruchan

Cup of soup.

I eat the tidbits

Of veggies

I drink the

delicious broth.

I waste

The rest.

The styrofoam cup

Is NOT

Biodegradable–

Unlike Myself.

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