Why is food
So goddamn good?
I may as well take this butter and jam
And slather it on my soft, rumbly tummy.
I nibble chocolate candies…
while flipping pages in the skinny-girl mags, fingertracing waspy waists
with my nubby, stubby, work-worn finger…
Air-brushed luxury, plastic, artificial sex
Makes moms and nuns uncomfortable and stare in their mirrors late at night,
in cotton panties and stringy hair
…maybe strike a sexy pose for funs and laughs
that are so fun, right?
My shell is silky smooth and soft,
no concrete in sight,
succumbing, receiving, pliant
and curvaceous…full swoops,
Maybe I like food being so goddamn good and me being so goddamn bad and
Maybe I like soft roundness and being such for such
a good time.