A Theatre Of Bodily Characters
-a body poem
My thighs are the lovebirds they have one soul, two bodies sticking together in huge lumps like the two extra cement bags I need to widen the door, the stomach acts the cupid- feeds it songs of gluten, glutton, and rumbles for more, always more from the tongue, the overseer, which picks all the right wrong-food, while the gullible heart plays a mother- she is from a different universe, she accepts everything, or looks the other way, but always supports vehemently, my mind, it is the father coming apart at the seams, looking at the seams that have vanished under the folds of blubber, the hapless lone fighter is making ends meet of the skin that is drooping from the waist and waggling freely with the wind these characters are very dramatic, they perform this play at every meal- then the mind gives up, just as a father does when the odds are desirable, but sits for the meal ready to look down the nose, at the first sign of attack ©M.D.B.
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