Yum.

Why is food

So goddamn good?

I may as well take this butter and jam

And slather it on my soft, rumbly tummy.

I nibble chocolate candies…

as I flip pages in the skinny-girl mags, fingertracing waspy waists

with my nubby, stubby, work-worn finger…

Air-brushed luxury, plastic, artificial sex

sells.

Makes moms and nuns uncomfortable and stare in their mirrors late at night,

in cotton panties and stringy hair

…maybe strike a sexy pose for funs and laughs

that are so fun, right? Right…..right.

My shell is silky smooth and soft,

no concrete in sight,

succumbing, receiving, pliant

and curvaceous…full swoops,

thick.

Maybe I like food being so goddamn good and me being so goddamn bad and

Maybe I like soft roundness and being such for such

a good time.