Body Talk

I recall your slim ankles, your fine wrist bones, the sleek musculature of your strong limbs. My butt in the easy chair weighs heavily on my mind. Yes that well-oiled anatomy of youth has hit a new peak of low. Plump, I'm plump. Only girls should be plump plummily men go softer as their souls harden. It's my age, I suckle on the fat of the land now and I positively bulge. Could pull myself together but that young body is never coming back anyway it could always run fast - now it's out of sight. I tell my body to at least put the brakes on before it crashes into that fat man I am becoming.