I ate sixteen Oreos that night
My own leaning tower, a tube of empty calories happily wedged.
Practically inhaled them, little Diet soldiers on my desk side
Aluminum and steadfast strong,
I tore the tabs off of every one and
Threw them in as I drank, tiny floating modern rafts
Catching in my throat.
My nails had never been shorter bitten too (the)
Quick I only have a moment until
They peer under my door, or a shout
Is heard from the stairwell,
I’m already at my limits and they don’t seem
Differentiable. Continuous, forever and ever,
A piece
Wise in nothing that matters.