The Burial Of Bulumia Poem by Lane Morein

after eating a
king sized chicken meal
extra mayo a large regular coke not diet plentiful french fries
the voice of bulumia
with its raspy seduction
speaks shouts commands
once again to me like a guilty conscious
trying to command me
to purge and regain control
and while this is written
im throwing punches
im kicking in the face
of self hatred and dispair
because eating disorders are not welcome here
and i just slammed my front door
shut
but still it knocks
and knocks
and
knocks

(9/16/09)