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I Want To Be A Fairy
by: Not Bulimic

At night I see the fairies;
they are so light, so holy;
they dance upon the air;

living sculptures of ivory;
uncompromising, in white;
they are perfect in their purity;

sexless, basket-breasted, beautifully slight;
such edges could not but entrance;
each joint shines like a star so bright.

One day I shall join their dance,
and my skin shall glimmer like theirs,
for I am learning innocence:

I get slimmer with the passing days,
and soon I shall count my bones
by caressing the smooth rib valleys,

and gently tapping each lone
mountain of self;
I am very nearly gone.

Fairy voices call as I shrink to waif.
I fold myself in and am safe.

©2002 Not Bulimic. Reprinted with Permission.

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