eyes upon wide this world, our visitor
without a claw
only a reflex,
a fist to close on a finger
that isn't there,
telling me you need Yoga
because daddy never noticed.
At ten you were a sugar freak.
At fifteen your mother starved you
because your breasts were too big.
Now you fast and love the Swami,
peck at fruits, grams,
hungry all the time.
The body hangs by its feet weightless