Magnetic Poetry

Several months ago, A and I stayed up late composing poetry with our delightfully fun magnetic poetry. A little wine, a late night--surely the Muses are with you then, no?

So we arranged all sorts of fantastical and yes, utterly immature, "poetry" of sorts.

But this is one I composed under a more serious tone. It was the same summer night, but I thought it really summed up what it's like to have an eating disorder.

So behold, my magnetic poetry.