Beautiful Disaster


I seem to have this infatuation
With fatty foods
They speak to me
In fatiloquies
Mother says those foods,
My favorite foods,
Are fatal
And I have fantastical visions
Of ice cream running after me
And loaves of bread
Firing crusted cannon balls
And I smile
With an air of fatuity
Imagining that food fight
And I am so obsessed
With feeling full
That one would think
I was obsessed
With obesity
Like I seek it out
And willing forgo fantasies
Of ever having
A flat stomach
To embrace my fate as
A wide woman
A fat female
An adipose angel
A voluptuous vixen
A plus-sized princess
A big-boned bride
A swine-ish sweetheart
A large lover
A hefty honey

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