you jeer at fat bodies
but turn to me
saying
you would never
never
never say such a thing about me
I believe you
you would never say such a thing about me
not to my face
you’re far too much of a coward
because all you see is fat
your eyes on my bones
your eyes on my skin
your eyes on my fat
your eyes see one thing
one story
that single story
that you’ve been glutting on
your whole life
so your jeers and barbs
have taken on your singular story
when you jeer
at fat bodies that aren’t me
you speak
with the same voice
of the jeers and barbs running
like ladder scars up my waistline
you tell me
my cuts are not caused by your knife
when you’ve spent a lifetime
sharpening your blade
under the tree
where we hang ourselves
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