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She walked painfully upon swollen ankles

her weight making her lumber and waddle

on unseen musculature of strength and determination

that would not fail

in her efforts to negotiate her distance

across the vein of life that

was her own to reap and stope.

Stave and elope

without messages of farewell.

Her business was her own,

lone and collective the weight watchers

of the world, they wait,

for your blind eyes to glimmer

with the light of patient understanding

from your deathbed.

Fat life, thin life, equal parts

of a hole called do-nut by a motorcycling

hero called Che, revolutionary calling

for a wheel spinning poet.

Tread marks on your abdomen,

for michelins burn the best

around the necks of traitorous

catwalk models.

 

 

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I can tell that you are thin from your poetry

it lacks the extra weight from dimpled cellulite

that opens the door by

bursting seams all over the place,

not pacing but facing

the world half naked and unclothed

from the virtual reality of being.

Hurtful you be,

for your efforts at sleighting me

and my kind with your verses

are remonstrance of the right of yourn

and your kind to be freer

than I.

I hate you, Thin One.

 

 

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There’s more to love than making it

There’s more to sorrow than breaking it

There’s more to horror than crashing it

There’s more to glass than smashing it

 

There’s more to fame than faking it

There’s more to dance than shaking it

There’s more to love than faking it

There’s more to surrender than declaring it

 

There’s more to listening than hearing it

There’s more to warmth than sheering it

There’s more to heat than sharing it

There’s more to weight than bearing it

 

There’s more to home than a roof

There’s more to Mom than a look

There’s more to danger than a smoke

There’s more to life than a joke

 

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It is in the end

the service user

the lived in experience

which tells the difference.

 

The light and dark

the foil and sword

the nature and the difference

between long bedded wards.

 

The wards you use to keep us here

Doctor, make us imprisoned

by the do and don’ts

of societies measure.

 

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