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Induction Phase

I dream of food labels now.
I subtract grams of fiber

from grams of carbohydrates
and wake up screaming.

There are no dancing
cookies, yet. And there

are no giant muffins
rolling by like sugared

clowns in crimped paper
cups. I do not walk among

pizza crusts scattered
like fallen soldiers on

a battlefield covered
with singed flour.

I dream in calculations.
They carry over into

my waking world as I
pack this much protein,

to be ingested every two
hours, never once considering

that the brain needs
glucose to survive.