Volunteer
The Sergeant yelled out that he needed volunteers
The last few days the enemy had been attacking on all fronts
It had been rough
I figured the Sergeant wasn’t looking for volunteers
To go get ice cream or to come up and get tickled
That’s when I usually volunteer
I love getting the guys ice cream
And I love being tickled
I’m first in line for those activities
Especially if the tickler is female and has a gymnastics’ background
So this time I faded to the back of the group
Badock, James, Louis and Dank
All put their hands up and stepped forward
Sergeant took them and off they went, out into the dark smoke
We never saw them again
Rumor was they were ambushed and all killed
I volunteered to go through their personal stuff
I was at the front of the group on that volunteer call
I got a nice watch from Badock’s stuff
A cool t-shirt from James
Some extra rations from Louis
And a pair of boots from Dank
I divided the rest of their stuff amongst the troops
I figured I made the best of a difficult situation

Anorexic
She was a beauty
All 78 pounds of her
An anorexic bulimic beauty
We met when she sat beside me at school
I leaned over and said
‘Hello fatty’
She smiled and the smell of a recent vomit washed over me
It was obvious to everyone that she had weight issues
I sat eating my donut
She watched me take every delicious bite
I took my time
I let her lick chocolate off my fingers
Then she ran off to vomit again
We were officially in love at that moment
We met after school
She walking towards me
Her wispy little legs barely keeping her up
Her skin pulled tight on her bird like bones
‘hello my little chubby friend’
I said quietly
Her smile was so precious
It took almost all her strength to muster it
Her teeth stained with laxative powder
Her hair smelling like the beard on a mall santa
We were inseparable after that
She loved me as I saw her as she saw herself
As a little fat chubbo cheeked beauty
I nicked named her ‘Fatshe’
When I called her that she always giggled just a little
I would take her skin (what little she had) and pinch it between my fingers
And say ‘Whoa! You are really packing it on these days FatShe’
When she was in the hospital
I would visit
Telling the nurses I was bringing her food
I’d give her a muffin laced with stool softeners
After eagerly eating the muffin
We’d smile as we’d watch her monitor register her irregular heart beat
Was it a destructive relationship?
Who can say?
She passed away
It only took two people to carry her coffin
Gone, forever
But now I’ve met Denta
She has a passion for plastic surgery
We’ve been together now for over a year
She thinks she looks great
She looks like a frightened cat, even when she sleeps
When we are looking at celebrity magazines
I always like to say ‘you’d look good with a chin like that..’
And she would start researching
My encouragement, my support always there
Denta thinks if she can just change one more thing
Everything will be fine
And she’ll stop
I know that’s not possible with her
That’s why I love her
I’ll be there beside her until the last procedure is done
And I’ll tell her she looks beautiful
When really she’ll look like someone right out a science fiction movie
Love is just kooky sometimes