fundamentalism


she has eaten the fruit
from the tree that knows
she’ll never be a size zero

where the sound of judgment
comes from the scrape of ribs
against bleached cloth

where starvation is sacrament
emptiness is communion
no need for reconciliation

a faith so strong
she can taste salvation
without the calories

a faith so strong
she would die
in its name, for

she is blessed
not by water
made holy by man

but by
the very dirt
that will bury her.

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