Prejudges

When I was a little, adorable child
I thought ‘How can you stop eating?’
While I was watching a documentary

When I was an unknowing, naïve child
I thought ‘How can you think about suicide?’
As my mother’s uncle died on the gallows

When I was an emaciated, unfeeling anorectic
I thought: ‘How can you cut yourself?
If my best friend told me that she cut

The past is gone
Now is reality
Now I know what can happen
In a restless, desperate head

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