Sunday, March 28, 2010

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

He got angry when I told him —
I didn’t want 
much butter 
on my grilled pickle and cheese sandwich. 


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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