No other feeling could be more terrifying
than that split second realization
that something is missing, in a place that escapes memory.
Dread pools up in the brain, a growing parasite.
But as is common knowledge
losing weight is still losing weight
whether it be through starvation or organic kale-filled diet.
Armed with such insight, the parasite knows
if it keeps sitting and dining
eventually, the whole mind will wander blindly
not quite lost, implying a destination to begin with
but just aimless.
Dread dissipates.
The parasite shrivels up
into the small particles of air
waiting for another chance to coalesce
and take on corporal form.
It knows no end to hunger.
Lucy Zhang 