Night

Set your alarm. Get up bright an early. Pull on a baggy
top and jogging bottoms. Go outside, no matter what the
weather. Walk for ten minutes. Skip for five minutes. Jog
for five minutes. Then turn around and walk back. Nice and
early, with no one around. Then get back home again. Cut
yourself some fruit. Apples, oranges, mangos. All in. Add a
little yogurt for a healthy start to the day. Go and pour
yourself some water. Fresh water, ice cold. Refreshing. Go
upstairs. Turn on the shower.  Wash your hair with nice
smelling shampoo and matching conditioner. Wash
yourself with body lotion. Come out of the shower. Dry
yourself all other. Slather yourself in body butter. You smell
nice, clean, innocent, pure. Put something nice on. A pair
of jeans, a top. Your favourite bra and pants. Towel dry
your hair, leaving it damp to dry naturally. All natural. Go
to the mirror. Look at what you see. Don't like it? Pick out
three things you love. Your beautiful eyes, your shiny
hair, your tinted cheeks. Go downstairs. Ignore the kitchen.
You've already had breakfast. Get a glass of water. Paint
your nails. Read a book. Go for a walk.  Call your friends.
Spend some time with your family. Spend some time
outside. You know this will be a beautiful day. The sun
might not be shining, but you are. This day will be perfect.
This day will be the most perfect day you've had so far.
No binging, no purging. No cutting, no hating.
Only loving and laughing and living. You can do this.

when i'm sitting alone at night in
the quietness of my large and aging house
i hear so many noises i'm oblivious to
during the daylight

the clicks of the air conditioning
switching on and off,
the creaking of the floors and walls,
the subtle squeaking the fan makes
in the living room

it's as if my house is sighing
he's sighing at me,
disappointed in me
he asks why i don't notice
him during the day,
why i only notice him late at night
when i'm lonely and there are no
other noises to entertain my ears

i tell him that i'll try to listen more closely
in the morning, but then i fall asleep
and i wake up and i do not remember
what i promised my swee house,
so he continues to sigh all day lone,
hoping that at some point, even if it
is late at night when i am lonely
and there are no other noises to entertain my ears,
i will notice him again

if only for a little while.

m.k

metal redolent
fingertips decorate my
thighs with beautiful
scarlet striples. your words
have left a signature that
stings my delicate flesh

m.k

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