Sometimes feels like I’m living life beneath the avocado tree.
Just beneath the fat.
So far from the cream
Shaded by sustenance and nourishment
to which I cannot rise.
Shaded by dark.
Shaded by the heavy
on my light skin light body light mind
Each day bereft of nutrients. Lacking. Wasting away in yearning for the fat if life.
I’m anorexic for purpose.