I call the eating disorder hotline
By: Liwa Sun

and hang up like a slamming door
A big stone drops back
I hold the stone and get dropped off at school in the day
​And pantry at night

My red throat grows into a large stone
Bleached by water
It’s fitting of many more things             you can
suck the tea bag but
Its nectar will not quench that thirst
Day by day I knock the stone into drips of powder
Then hot milk
A spoon stirs
I have measured out my thighs with spoons
The scorch dims in a blink

No love marks to be left on this swath of skin
At every dawn I lose it again
​Does my unhappiness impress you yet?

Poetry

"I live life twice through poetry. I want to recreate the morbid, the heart-wrenching, and the sour in the most ordinary life." --Liwa Sun from Germantown Friends School