A Published Poet
Eclipse, a Literary Journal, issued its nineteenth volume yesterday. A poem I wrote was included. I am happy. The poem is below.
Five Phases to Fat
1st Grade
In the beauty shop, Granny Jo says
"You have a bony butt."
I wriggle on her lap,
giggling and digging
my bony butt into her leg.
5th grade:
In the kitchen, Aunt Pat tells me
"All our women get fat.
You will too."
I pretend not to hear.
But I hear.
10th grade:
In the bathroom,
towelling off,
I notice lines like scars
along the sides of my knees.
But I've had no wound.
College:
In the car
I realize I need a cup holder
for my big gulp.
It used to fit between my knees.
But not anymore.
Marriage:
Everywhere,
I know:
Now I am Fat.
I have achieved it
at long last.