Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Fat (poem I didn't realize I wrote - 2002)

He got angry when I told him I didn’t want much butter on my grilled pickle and cheese
He argued that it needed butter to be crunchy on the edges.
He thought I was trying to tell him that I think he’s fat.
He imagined all the grilled sandwiches of the future:
butterless, fatless, gourmetless.
He said he hates when skinny women think they’re fat.

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