I was the fat kid.
I remember that.
Thick plastic glasses
and lopsided, home-cut bangs.
and fat. Always
fat.
Pigpink cheeks and fleshy fingers
like plump German sausages
burrowed in my
saline soaked sheets.
I cried
I remember that.
Puffed emerald eyes
swollen
with the prickling sting
of invectives,
a buffet of wounds
that ravaged a
breadcrumb
trail through my childhood.
I am the fat kid
I can't seem to forget it.
