Me and My Body She
I keep feeding her pastries, sugars and salts.
Anything animal – cow, pig, chicken, fish.
She is getting dumpier and lumpier.
We are waddling now. It’s a struggle to walk.
Stairs? You have to be kidding.
I gladly walk sixteen thousand steps to the elevator
Until the arthritis in my ankles kick in
A result of me not being careful when I stepped back
And stood on the top of a chair instead of the seat of it.
When I landed I was in shock, and knew I had done some damage.
Her foot was parked in the weirdest angle.
A brainless nurse tried to straighten us out.
My other leg kicked her hands away.
This body of mine probably hates me.
As we put on pound after pound of ugly fleshy fat.
I am sure my major organs are crying daily.
I do not apologize to her or give her any empathy.
Angry that she is getting older and frumpier, dumpy even.
I am sure she hates me now. I would.
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