Fat

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.