04-29-2015, 10:13 PM
Anorexia with a Side Order of Schizophrenia
The sunny side up egg bleeds
yellow
all over the plate.
I gag,
picking at the grease pooling beside
the sausage and toast.
“I saw a UFO last night,”
I comment to nobody,
but the worn down waitress volunteers.
“Oh yeah! I saw one years ago,
but everyone says I'm crazy.
What did yours look like?”
“It was invisible, because it was cloaked.
They teleport me into the ship each night.
Sometimes they put glass shards into my eyes
so they can read my thoughts,
but I always pick them out.
They put listening devices in my food, too.
That's why I can't eat this,”
I reply, motioning with the fork
to the food growing colder on my plate.
She backs away slowly.
I lean down
and whisper conspiratorially to the eggs,
“Hot enough for ya?”
The sunny side up egg bleeds
yellow
all over the plate.
I gag,
picking at the grease pooling beside
the sausage and toast.
“I saw a UFO last night,”
I comment to nobody,
but the worn down waitress volunteers.
“Oh yeah! I saw one years ago,
but everyone says I'm crazy.
What did yours look like?”
“It was invisible, because it was cloaked.
They teleport me into the ship each night.
Sometimes they put glass shards into my eyes
so they can read my thoughts,
but I always pick them out.
They put listening devices in my food, too.
That's why I can't eat this,”
I reply, motioning with the fork
to the food growing colder on my plate.
She backs away slowly.
I lean down
and whisper conspiratorially to the eggs,
“Hot enough for ya?”