tw eating disorders
i shouldn’t have drank that warm pbr
i think i’m gonna throw up down the side of the car
when i pull out an american spirit
i know it’s bad for me but i don’t wanna hear it
i’m gonna cut my lip on a chipped shot glass some day
it’s my favorite so i use it anyway
i’m sharing the men’s bathroom stall with my best friend, breaking the seal
even though i know that’s not really real
i’m gonna throw up my pabts blue ribbon
sometimes i want an eating disorder again
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Love the rhyme, like the details, American Spirit, chipped shot glass. Good poem!
I feel this deeply. Understanding how one of those thoughts leads to another. I love the rhythm and walking us through the “habits.”
Touché!