Binge

Think, chew, next.
Sauce, chocolate, cheese,
crunch. Ah, yes.

I’m not full.
Fast, to the fast food.
So anxious.

McChicken.
Mcdouble, mac sauce.
Burrito.

I’m hiding
all my evidence,
my secrets.

I’m bloated,
my sweater hides it.
I’m not full.

Twenty small
chocolate candy bars,
almond milk.

Stomach hurts.
I still want nachos.
Queso dip.

In the car,
nacho bel grande.
Two tacos.

The regret,
the food lost flavor.
Eat to eat.

Eat to stop
the nameless feelings
eating me.