So I lost a bunch of weight
Because my knees were creaking
and at first I blamed the stairs
Then I ran into an old
friend
We met by chance
at a contradance
A fiddle (out of tune)
An upright bass
A beat-up flute played by a beat-up flutist
Attempting to tempt us to our feet
“Are you all right?”
She was staring at my shadow-of-self
“Yup,” I answer, “and no, I don’t have
cancer.”
Used to be I had to put up
with relatives who wouldn’t shut up
about my girth
Now my rebirth begs the question,
“Why are you so skinny?”
Thin, fat, or in between
I am the Crone Queen
And they can bite my skinny ass
Three Cool Chicks
Marcia, Amy, Riley in LA
About (the glories of being) me
- Poetmomskas
- Attica, NY
- Singer, Poet, Songwriter, Pianist, Greying Grassroots Activist. Love my daughter, my husband, my God, my cat, my life, my LGBTQ family who let me play in their sandbox, and my psych meds (in no particular order. Sorry, God!).