Appetite
It’s getting bad again
How do I know?
I went to the doctors for mastitis,
If you don’t know
it’s a kind of infection,
and I was in so much pain from the duct I didn’t realize that I had lost 15 pounds
until I saw it printed on the paper in front of me.
The old me, the unhealthy me who would weigh herself every single day
would have counted them down
in a silent sick celebration
as if not getting enough nutrients was a positive experience.
The current me didn’t even realize I was losing weight.
And I guess in some way this helps me celebrate
that I have grown from who I was.
But in another way it makes me really sad
because this hyperfixation I used to have
Has now turned into neglect.
I blame the sicknesses and weight loss and infections on you.
It’s not like I like being sick.
It’s just that I haven’t had an appetite
since you left.
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