Fat (poem I didn’t realize I wrote – 2002) revision

He said he hates when skinny women think they’re fat

He got angry when I told him —
I didn’t want
much butter
on my grilled pickle and cheese sandwich.

He argued
that it needed butter
to be crunchy
on
the
edges.

He thought

I was trying
to tell him
that I think
he’s
fat.

He imagined

all the grilled sandwiches of the future:

butterless, fatless, gourmetless.


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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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