I keep espresso in my milkshakes
For I need to stay fat and alive
No other way to tell my mother she’s been
Defeated by good wills and diet pill
And an inability to lie prostrate
In the bathtub, tucked
In the corner
Tucked up like a turnip.
I now rouge in the heat
The long chill has taken the sunlight
out of my skin.
When I’m dressed I feel naked
When I’m naked I feel large
Like a moving box or a plow horse
Or a Saturday celebrity news scandal
To fill in the lead banality of one
Lone white rhino ******* once more
Into sand and dust
And then dying quietly.