PARKING SPIT IN SUNLIGHT
Her father missed no chance to spit in her face.
She glared at him, speechless.
Her mother fed her money,
lots of it, on the side.
She stole from her parent’s store.
By the time she was 18,
her tiny frame had ballooned to 300lbs.
She slipped into denial.
Everything worthwhile was unreachable.
Self-loathing was the only knock she embraced.
Chaos was where she thrived.
She developed a knack for it.
She ate to tamp down something that she could not put her fingers on.
Sleeping was her 2ndfavorite thing.
She lived in her id.
She visited the Louvre several times
because it was the thing to do.
It was a listless chore
because no man was on her arm.
Forever in debt,
she learned to return the things
of fleeting happiness.
She managed to stay at 126 lbs.
for years after surgery,
but the pounds, all of it,
crept back ever so slowly.
For twenty years, she’s been picking the droplets
off her face and parking them in sunlight.
Cake and candy,
is still her daddy.
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