Too thin to win Fragile gestures of a too thin to win girl Anorectic febrile eurythmy, the pale convulsions of the undernourished a third world vision in a 1st world world Imagine it Yourself as the enemy your hunger and obsession You fool yourself girlfriend you never stop eating you may stop eating food but you start eating yourself Your fat and muscle and gristle and bone the 4 food groups And for what? And for whom? What race are you running? And what are you running from? You're too thin to win girl Are you trying to disapear? Become 2 dimensional lie down and become the horizon? the new moon, a piece of paper held sideways (paper, oh rival mine...) And if you keep this up you will disappear that's what I fear as you count calories, I count your heartbeats fading, one more till you die, one less with me Your grandest gesture, your triumph in low calorie gymnastics your no carb intake You measure your progress in backwards steps the horizon fading like your heartbeats the thousand mile stare turning to millions, billions, trillions, trilobytes and dinosaurs, biblical and archaic to be one of the ascetics, like Buddha, like Lance Armstrong no talent except for one: to give up that which is essential mark progress in organ failure and other people's concern their well-placed concern Send flowers: great progress was made Send your animadversions to this address written on blue lined paper - my thin rival but I can beat Jackie paper, I can beat the thin white line I can beat memory and forget. Forget to eat, forget myself turn sideways and disappear.