My Friend Ana Poem by Johnny Noir

Skin white as bone, bone thin as skin,
Don’t want to be just another skin to be in
Just like St. Augustine,
Leave her to her diet she’ll try anything,
But she won’t eat, look at her starve herself
Like she’s allergic to sweets so petit and sweet
In her penthouse suite on the bathroom floor
On her knees praying to the god of thin
Jesus was thin, but his mother was fat, fat, fat,
She doesn’t want to look like that—
Oh, Ana, I love you just the way you are,
Disappearing in my arms your legs so skinny
They vanish when you walk runway disaster,
Casually coked up on steroids built to last
Forever like a temple or a tomb—
I wouldn’t dream of you at all if you weren’t so thin,
You wake me up in the middle of the night
With your bones grinding into me
Between your string-thin thighs,
O Ana, you are my spaghetti,
You make me want to throw up too, O Ana,
I love you, I really do, don’t disappear
Though I can always see through
Your rib cage to your heart beating, bleed on me
If you like, please, get your period, please,
O god you make me want to cry,
I love you baby, don’t die on me or underneath me
Crushing you, you’d better get on top
And do the reverse cowgirl I’ve heard so much about,
Eating horseflesh isn’t your style,
It’s much too French to be pleasant in your eyes’
Vacant stare, don’t just stand there,
Kneel and pray to the porcelain goddess
And vomit what is inside of you
Into the swirling water but what could it be
How can you vomit the void back into the void?
Philosophers have been asking that question for millennia
No one can answer it
But I hear you gagging through the door,
You know I love you but the words,
The words make me sore, don’t hurt me, baby,
Just don’t hurt me as much as you hurt yourself
Just don’t.