You're So Skinny,
you say to me, I Wish I Had a Waist
Like Yours, you say

like it's a compliment.

But

I never agreed to spice up your
own personal recipe
for low self-esteem If
you persist in this
body belief I
will no longer be your
body's relief Go
find another Skinny to
feed your grief

My jeans are
stiff straight
off the drying rack as I
pull them on
button them walk
around to loosen them
up

I pull a
shirt on -- it's so soft I
catch myself petting my own arm way too
often -- and put on
my glasses

My feet slide into fuzzy slippers

I know
what it's like to win
at life
at family at
money at SMARTS and
it didn't feel
I didn't feel--

better to fail and
feel the same and
know there's a
chance
I couldwouldshould be happier in
a better
scenario

To pull my
self up

To fight gravity and
win for a
moment would be
astronomically awesome

Too bad my arms aren’t armed to
battle even weak
forces

My abs are tense waiting for
attack and
my breath is not as
deep as usual my shoulder blades attract
each other as my neck
stiffens
above them my
eyes go dryer the more I
don't blink but
the rest of me is wet
with sweat

driving for the
first time is a lot
harder than I thought, not
even including the
car

If control is given to
me, I don't have
it (just the fact of
a gift) but
if I want it I need to
take
to take control
how I get it
matters! I
must take my
life my work my
sleep my hair my friends
my time to fight
for control I must
take

or give, when I've tired of
taking

I'd like to be under
      BANG BANG
Maxwell's silver hammer in a
yellow submarine in
the land where I
was born in
my life

I know
what it's like to be
dead