by Fidel Estevanio Frank
I.
The mirror reflects my negative self-image.
The outside speaks like it’s blind.
This all started when dad flipped over the scaffold.
Blood everywhere.
Those that are responsible
disappear.
3 years, still no settlement check.
II.
Iyá Da’ohsą́
Hospital visits.
Dizzy physicality, negative mentality
ties together the binds of holistic health.
One of the few “professionals” to display humanity
is the medical student that went over my bloodwork at IHS.
Age does not equate wisdom.
No hunger felt in a fasting body.
Control, stress, it all seems endless.
Collapsed. Still questioned the validity of symptoms.
If Amy can be painted a villain, I am okay being the Joker.
Isolation can be heard through Tyren’s song, “In-Dependence.”
No longer playing the piano and singing in the isolate shade. Chahałhééł.
III.
Self-love, something new and foreign
like when Imfact and Up10tion sing songs
that I do not understand. Emotions are more important.
Aside kpop is my
Anorexia Playlist:
Spontaneous Worship – Mylon Wagner
Samscars – Sons of an Illustrious Father
Skyhunter – Dethklok
Masaani’s prayers rain from the other side,
like the day I sang at ashkii’s funeral, and
Ozzy’s song played called, “See You on the Other Side”.
Recovering from eating disorders are accomplishments we should be proud of.
Not everyone has a sad end. We just need time to rest like Jungwoo Kim.