Fat People Got to Eat Too

Cherry turnovers sit invitingly on the frig
and I can't help but think a cup of good old
calcium in a glass would wash down flaky
doughy crust quite nicely.

And, yes, I'm well aware that it's 11:38 pm.

And that I'm 245 pounds.

And that this will go straight to my
boobs
butt
belly's up anybody?

But I don't care.

Because I'm beautiful just as I am
and cherry turnovers are a special treat
and I've no plan to waste my life wishing
I had
I could
I would
I did

when, unfortunately, I didn't.

Calling

She didn't tell me
when we
ate lunch
together.

She didn't tell me
when Will & I
left to watch
Wolfman.

She didn't even tell me
the next day
as she drug me out of bed
to pull out the empty
ink cartridge.

Not once did she let on
that you would be
calling.

Was it because Trisha said
you only had one sister
or I was dead to you
like Albert
and mom
and anyone
not afraid
to say
you aren't perfect
you aren't right
you aren't God?

Maybe yes.

Maybe no.

Maybe so.

Because she loves me
despite your misgivings
because she loves me
despite my failures
because she loves me
even when she knew
you'd be calling her to ask
her not too.