In the early part of the day, I eat

in the attempt to be
more beautiful. All the curtains

remain closed, the lights off, mirrors
concealed. I imagine

I am thin like a swan,
the smooth, sharp feathers, the eyes

that strike through skin.

With enough time, my skin
will become translucent, thin,

and I will blend in—
to the environment. A tree, the bark,

the flowers I’ve consumed,





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