Monday, October 25, 2010


She said
You've gotten meaner with every pound
You've dropped.
Like clockwork, each tick downward
Has made you
Just a bit more
Of an unbearable bitch.

I said, for you,
The same is true.

She said
No, people actually like me.
They just want to fuck you.
Don't confuse the two.

And so she planted a seed of truth
From which grew a stalk
From which unfolded
A thousand tiny roses
Of doubt.

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