Blood red The veins threading this plane A film of dirt slides off in cool water The stem bleeds in a subtle drip Splotching stainless steel They suggested gloves, I remember A magenta fingerprint Greens sigh in the air, waiting The oven chimes when the root is ready
A suicide pact leaves bodies in the hallway. Mend the amendment.
In these final hours, I find myself binge-eating cheese and eggs. I’m even drinking an IPA that has been in my fridge since Irish Mike left his residuals a year ago. Because, I think to myself, fuck it. I’m going vegan for a month. Except, after two years successfully on keto—and having lost sixty pounds—I’m terrified of … Continue Reading Digital Diary – Vegan Keto, The Beginning