Ana, Mia Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Ana, Mia
You stuffed your brain
Into the highest cupboard
In your little pink kitchen
Swallowed the key,
And threw your stepladder
Off your 12th floor balcony
And directly into the sun
It'd be disturbing to discuss
Your environmental footprint
Your fridge is full
And your toilet a museum,
A portal, to another dimension
People go fishing for more
Than one thing in that lake
So hungry, you chew
At your fingers
Before you remember
Those have calories in them, too
Give me your lunch money
It's not like you need it anyways
Let's go shopping
You seem to need new clothes
After every meal
Sometimes I stare at you
And remember when you used to be
Beautiful, though you'd argue
Ugly, little girl
A face like descending stairs
Arms like a fish
And a smile like mine
You couldn’t look worse