the measurement of cholesterol demands things of me. it is tasking my relationship with my hungers and desires. it echoes out to me from the caverns of memory. the time when I was sixteen. and my grandmother collapsed when I got home from school. and my mother and I attempted cpr.
and the times I spent, sorting her medications.
and I want to stop taking mine. drastic changes said the doctor. I want to exercise, but. time. I don’t eat so poorly. I think.