Sir, Realize This: The last time your mother fed me was 2 weeks ago
I grow fat salty water thighs and drift
And it’s just a little crushing shore,
I grow fat on the aesthetics and acoustics on Fairmont Street,.
Put on maternity leave, I pass calculus from a kidney’s throe.
I grow fat on the flying monkey’s back.
Sweat and smote the cowardly lion, that tinny thing, if I were Dorothy;
I grow fat on the thought and the talk of “physical symbols of mental adoration… that, and the delight,” Lady Laz.
Temptation is more than the jerk-snap of a 1950s erector set,
I grow fat on fibula and phalanx.
A series of anatomy lessons:
I grow fat feasting on the twelfth, the floating,
If I were the last of his worshippers;
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