The Taste of Seaweed

Seaweed tastes like a storm of six months A bulimic cloud of bile and doubt Fainting in the brisket line Curled on the chest of a false lover Pregnancy scare relieved by a loss of one fifth A predator child disguised as sensibility Reports the angel to cover himself Teeth forcibly removed Jaw and soul bruised Out of work and left with myself Do I seek self-destruction? I ignore the real questions and tear the seal One pack of seaweed One hundred Calories That is enough.