THICK

Thin is another man’s problem.

THICK is what I’ll be

            in my head

            in bed

            in my clothes

            indisposed.

THICK is what I’ll be

            in spirit

            though I think I fear it.

We’ll be in the thick of it, you and me, Briar Rabbit.

Cast amongst the thickets and the thorns.

Remembering the Sticky Wicket,

where I learned how to score a game of darts,

while in my college, learning about bacteria and the arts.

Thin is another woman’s success.

THICK is what I’ll be

            Plus sized, robust, haughty,

            and just a little naughty…

            so happy I will be.

Yes, THICK is what I’ll be

            eating cheese and crackers, shrimp, and wine…

            no lies, I’ll be feeling fine,

Because:

THICK is what I’ll be,

            Ignoring the obvious, ignoring my worry.

I’ll be THICK, because I’ll never be thin for you.