Don’t think you’re working hard enough?

Then wait till you can see your rib cage

Wait till instead of loathing

You begin to welcome sleep

Wait till your veal turns to porterhouse

Till your pennies turn to dollars

Wait till going home is lonelier than not

Till you don’t feel whole until you’re broken

Broken from the inside out so that no one can see

No one but

You

In the morning

In the mirror

In the gray light

Admiring your rib cage

Knowing you’ve worked hard for this

Hard enough to die—

But not quite