MY BULLY MIA 2

Remember my bully Mia? she stays around after six, when dinners best served on a plate. she knows my schedule, my timing and weight. Behind closed doors, she holds my hands and whispers, "I love you but it's not where I want it yet." she glides her knuckles along the spinal disks in my back that sing music notes when plays with them.

Sometimes I stay up late and think about her, desiring her more than ever,
like a lesbian kiss but she's not my real lover. my real lover is what's on my plate and how to eat it fast enough to get rid of it as soon as I can. How many hours I can go with me saying I won't eat this but chug it all down, resisting what's real but patronize myself for not pleasing my bully Mia.

My bully Mia thinks she knows what's best for me, like a good best friend and
a mother with no child but has a good embraces. Get to know her face and you'll never forget my bully Mia, she's addicting like an attention deficit pill
and marijuana rolled up; smoked. She tends to come back for awhile and disappear from the shadows, the darkness is where she swallows skinny margaritas and has measuring tape as jewelry around her wrist.

Remember my bully Mia? she's la luna y el sol without her I'm nothing. she's the light when I'm pure, full of desserts and treasures she said I can't keep inside me for long. She's my confidential diary hiding my secrets but sells them as if my greatest enemy. Maybe I'm sick for loving her but I don't know how to eat without her.

la Luna y el sol: the moon and the sun (vice versa)