I woke up already losing. Dreamt about eating all night. Wrung out my scales to test the willpower of my spine. Left babies in the bathwater. I popped a string in my eye. Found new skin on the floorboards. Screamed at cold coffee and dug trenches under the sink. If I starve myself enough I will fit into the piping. I will cycle through weather the way I am used to. Separate my tongue from your body. I will gather like honeybees in the combs of your eyes. Splatter on concrete, a steering wheel, a woman’s palm. You will drink me and not know the difference.