Teardrops and Tequila

you are everywhere

In a world where we starve ourselves to death,

Until ribs pop up like little bumps on our skin,

Until spines look like bony tails,

Until thighs are literally only skin,

I just wanted to say that no matter how hard you try,

You will always take up space,

Solid skin and bones, for one,

But even the dead take up space,

Between molecules of oxygen in the air,

Lay our dead cells,

Our DNA floating with the breeze,

Our DNA lying in dumps on the road,

Beside the road, everywhere we walk,

Our cells detach from our bodies and lie like breadcrumbs,

We all take up space whether we want to or not,

So be proud of the skin and bones,

And frankly everything in between,

You are everywhere.