Fat. So fat. So fat.

Why is that?

Why is that.

Why is that…

what matters?

What matters?

What matters is this.

Living, loving, being

feeling, showing,  sharing

body holding, working, yielding.

 

All that I am is because

I have this body.

Fat padded. Flat footed,

breasts sagging, butt softened…

but softening the falls,

arms catching hold

of every sweet nectar drop

every fat drop of life

I can lick.