slim pickings

she can't eat.
not a bite goes
in that doesn't
quickly come out.
she makes sure of
that. she's a stick
figure in high
heels. there is not
a mirror that
she likes or a scale
that registers her
weight just right.
she's melting before
your eyes. no top,
no bottom, not a
single pound to
grab hold of.
everything she wears
doesn't cling, doesn't
fit, it just slides
to the floor like
carnival rings.
she needs a sandwich
and a shake in a bad
way. and with that,
we've only just begun.