Tuesday, January 19, 2010


I dreamt I went to my funeral naked
and roll upon roll upon roll
of my fat was bare
for everyone to see.
Every inch of my soft, elastic hide
lay open to public inspection,
and I could not escape.
You so-called friends
and loving family members
whispered and pointed,
poked the pale pudding flesh
of my well endowed breast,
and tried not to see
the stretched expanse of my belly.
You were all so inclined,
to compare your physique to mine,
that in later evening hours,
I reveled to see you all,
naked and blemished,
standing before your mirrors
brushing a hand over the flaws
that upon your funeral,
will be the signs of life you miss the most.

1 comment:

  1. Love this one! It reminds me of Marge Piercy's Barbie Doll.