So much,
cut back.
This until
first appeal
is all gone.
Left with smaller
trapezoidal
thing.
The heart
of it, maybe.
How "Still
loving this,"
"still wanting
your body,"
"Thinking
you're funny,"
"enjoying
your company,"
is the sharp
edges of
hewn corners.
How we,
until were
this crystalized
thing, were
obese; yet
could not
see it.
