Food Messiahs
I am the boomerang bulimic
returning your food with each throwing up.
You make me sick.
They make me sick.
He, she and it makes me sick.
I am the hollowing anorexic
thinning out the cellulite population problem.
I am the true food messiah,
the prophet of excess –
in my having is my eliminating.
So much food in your world,
so many careful plans to make
around your bloating meals –
so much choice, such little nourishment.
You make me sick.
They make me sick.
He, she and it makes me sick.
I refuse your food therefore I am.
I feed your refuse therefore I am.
You must understand, in each consuming,
in each act of apparent acceptance, lies rejection.
The truth about my own body may elude me,
yet I know well what is on the end of my fork
as I perfect my disappearing act.
Only messiahs of food can see the truly starving,
so be warned – I see famine in your eyes.
You make me sick.
They make me sick.
He, she and it makes me sick.
Ted Eames, 2019