Her face in the mirror looked bloodhound ugly atop the fit frame, like the cartoon
she recalled. Imagining herself from inside out
eventually made the distortion true. The mirror reflects a story.
She made up her fat face and starved her body until the day
her heart stopped and died a woman who refused to eat ice cream
because the lens adds an inch too far from a world where
shrouded women risk their lives for a taste of pleasure
and mothers rock babes too weak to cry at a dry breast.
Her thought was, for better or worse,
always the warp.
*In recent weeks, I've encountered a few women who have stunning facial features and anorexic bodies. These women have reminded me of my state of mind and opinion of myself when I was anorexic/exercise bulimic during college. Warp is written for every human being who has ever been deprived spiritual support and emotional nourishment inclusive of physical needs.