Dipping a Toe

Ugh, poetry.

The only thing the word brings to mind is English assignments I never did very well on.

But once in a while, I get inspired. And the only form that seems to fit is… yeah. Ugh.

The Stain

Halfway through the day

I’ve been running around doing errands and chores

I take a break to walk my dog

While stopping to pick up shit, I see it.

The stain.

Opposite my heart. About an inch across.

I can’t make eye contact with anyone the rest of the day.

Because a plus-size body wearing a stained shirt screams GLUTTON

INDULGENCE FAT SHAME

So busy consuming that I did not notice the mess.

So busy voraciously indulging I did not notice the shame

So it bled out of my heart and onto my shirt.

For the world to bleed.