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anorexia finds its teeth in me
Isabelle5

This train is clean, by any city’s standards –
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no urine scent, no syringes in the corners,
 2
no one unshaven or unshod.
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Perhaps they are professionals,
 4
these passengers I must share space with;
 5
women in silk suits, men with taut ties.
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I am tethered to nothing,
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weightless on my empty bones,
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my skin glowing pale
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(or so I imagine).
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My hand grips the curve of cold rail
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as I balance now on heels, now on toes,
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as this train lumbers to each stop.
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I catch men watching me;
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they turn away quickly, convicted,
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though not by my sins.
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The women stare in envy
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(or so I imagine), at my success,
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my courage at dismissing food
 19
as improbable a weapon for
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anyone as independent as I.
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High strung, the train wire and me –
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we pass beneath the source –
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one gulps in greed,
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one turns her head
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in sorrow at raw need.
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A man offers me a cracker
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and I fall, whether in love
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with him or with his gift,
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only my treacherous tongue could say.
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16 Feb 07

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Phenomenal.  I'm sure this is going to get plenty of trolling for the anorexia topic, but I think this is fantastic.  Line breaks, word choice - all amazing.  
 — WordsAndMe

*Shocked* How did I now know it was you?? Goodness, I've been gone too long.
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kind of word-y
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