it's 11:11, make a wish

it's 11:11, make a wish

pleasepleaseplease

the cravings say. 

I want brownies and 

favor and sweetness 

and grades, 

chocolates and 

check-marks 

like so many insects, 

their sharp-needle legs

poking my skin.

pleasepleaseplease

I echo to the clock. 

give me everything,

though it won't

ever be enough. 

just no more red marks

on pages, 

no red eyes when I wake up. 

the cravings scream,

so I'll talk 

until my jaw aches,

devour until

my stomach is distended--

the waistband of 

my discount jeans 

biting deep. 

pleasepleaseplease

I'll smile with eyes

unfocused,

because if I believe enough, 

this reddening body

doesn't stand for error 

or clothing on sale--

it's the flush 

of happy faces, 

of dainty lips painted.

pleasepleaseplease 

won't you give in?