not to sensationalize your weight
but it did feel significant that you
were disappearing from the world
in a physical sense like how men
sometimes thin and sinew as they
age just raw muscle and hollow
bones worm-like ready to collapse
in the dirt
so that’s the prologue to the moment
when you let your hands fall from
whatever hopeless gesture you were
making your wrists as birds against
gravity saying what if my life
passes me by
which is the moment i return when i
think that you are actually the bravest
person i know because you looked into
the eyes of this parched existence and
said okay fine
and not to trigger any dysmorphia
but you have filled out since then
like your wrists have a bit of meat
on them i mean i don’t actually super
know what you look like right now
but i picture you dancing around
your apartment like a jackal lean
and wild and flashing teeth in the
sun