My
feelings are too fat.
They
hang over the belt that struggles to hold them all in.
I
am gross with emotion.
What
happened to the skinnier me? Who’s that in my Inner Mirror?
My
feelings are too fat.
I
crave too much sugar.
Fresh
fruit and simple friendships are not enough
I
crave the deadlier calories.
A
stomach swollen with chocolate mousse love,
all
puffy and full of sweet air.
I
want to harden my coronary arteries
against
what’s to come
the
chill winters of the soul
when
the soul will behold that my feelings are too fat!
I
wear black to hide it
but
others can see.
I’m
not fooling anyone.
I
try vertical stripes on shirts and pants and socks–
but
each is only a flimsy bar graph
by
which to measure my misery.
I
need to exercise and diet and make my feelings more slender...
as
if they ever could be.
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