Cement and Lemons

A poem.

Photo by Angélica Echeverry on Unsplash

I once read a book about a girl with anorexia,
I’ve never been very good at forgetting
things like that

or skin and bones, a
waif- like something, sometimes I remember
that I’m supposed to be hungry

I went to a birthday party, all skin
and bones, a waif-like something
she called me

she called me too skinny, simp…