I am the fat chick.
the
splat
chick.
the
ditch our date on the 8th
chick.
the
plastic glasses
the
fantastic fat rolls
the
five chin folds
chick.
the
forget I'm fat funny girl
the
big boobed too soon boom across the room
chick.
she owns my soul.
she knits a net of regret that
touches my toes
and she
has the license
to drive
this shift.
she is all my shit
and scoffs
and the blonde
chick
I've become.
she knows my secrets
she inks them in eager
genes
that promise to repeat.
she is my evil
she is my vile
she lives.
