FAT!
This culture is.
Full of diabetes,
And weeping flesh.
I step back and become obese.
Failing my body,
My heart,
My mind.
Looking up to the pressing blue skies,
With their swollen white clouds,
Full of fear,
I sit.
I sit and I wait.
My legs crisscrossed.
Applesauce.
My left arm hanging,
In the air above me.
Tired and sore.
Clutching a thread between fore-finger and thumb,
A plug to the shower,
The nasty clogged drain,
Waiting to dump.
The cold wet end,
That will crush upon my head!
In the dark of night…
With the moon a crescent…
But not an anchor,
For the storm that keeps you paralyzed enough,
Still enough,
To become FAT.
