I want to be
Diaphanous. So thin
You don’t know I’m here.
Wraithlike, drawn like the
Wire, sounding only when
Plucked, brushed,
No voice of my own.
Wispy, vaporous.
Watery.
This business of
Food in the mouth
Comes to no good.
Disgusting (I tell myself)
But there I go again.
Walk a little more.
Lift a little more.
Did you eat that?
Why? Do something
About it. Get rid of it.
You don’t want that
In you.
But you will do it
Again. And again
You will feel
The shame of consumption,
Existence. The physical needs
That keep you.
From being
Insubstantial.
The constant failure
To not be
As I am supposed to be.
As I am told to be
Thin.
Adam Byrn Tritt 
A Boomer's Blog
June 28, 2024 at 8:42 AM
Adam, my thoughts exactly! I wrote this one recently: Goodbye, Sugar
Goodbye sugar, goodbye potatoes
So long spaghetti and sauce of tomato
Into the trash goes all of the bread
I’m done with you all until I am dead.
Cookies begone, the chips and the dips
No more will your carbs pass through my lips
The beans and the rice and most of the soups
I mean it this time, there won’t be an oops.
So bye-bye, sugar, sayonara my sweet,
I will not embrace you if we pass in the street
I’ve said and done this all before
I’ll never give up – I’ll try once more.