20 Pounds Either Way

Mine was Italian                      

.

then i seared

pounds of skin

then i plucked

        ripped

        tore

gooey cookies effervescent drinks the sound of a beer cap penning all day by the window sharing controllers around the room for hours that reenacted unlived lives on screen the heartstopping second you almost finger the remote one channel too far and miss this hour’s M*A*S*H rerun

       away

to stuff it in a stretched out garbage bag.

body on the slab

i’ll order the thin slice prosciutto

we only have ham

we don’t carry much

ethnic food

in Utah

then cut it till its thin

thin

thin enough

         thin enough?

my wishes ossified

my energy an Athenian pillar

screaming NENIKEKAMEN!

my shoulders pretended they were cheap knockoffs

of roman knockoffs

of Praxiteles

i was of a brittle marble

And hollowed out inside

i went to bed

in a guillotine so I would

not feel the

pulsing  nerve endings

severed by the pounding foot path of the treadmill

t-shirts shrouded me

a belt noosed my waist

“wow you look so gorgeous now I didn’t even know it was You”

i kissed a truffle under my tongue

savoring its healthy goo

and I vowed to

get My Body

back

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