Dream Job

When I was 15 I worked in an ice cream shop.

When I was 15 I was bulimic.

One can imagine how these two truths could coencide in freezer burned guilt an such stingy hands.

It took great strength to wind spiraled, rocky roads and force them into the shape of a cone.

Strength I almost did not have.

My right arm grew strong and sore.

And soon I developed more sympathy for the toilet bowl than my self --

why should it be the one to bear the acid burns.

I have never kneeled for anything that much.

I guess I've found my god.