I don’t typically publish my poems online; but every once in awhile, I like to share. This is based off of a Rachel McKibbens prompt she gave during last month’s NaPoMO 30/30. It was to write a series of vignettes based on the seven Deadly Sins. This is my take on it. Hope you enjoy.
The magazines pile up.
A dozen different diets and
the same slim bodies on the covers.
Same hourglass waist, same
tan, tones muscles.
Same self-satisfied smile.
I call bullshit on the “Lose 8 pounds
a week while dieting only 2 days!”
I wonder what I need get at the store to start that?
I look for my last pair of fat jeans.
That bitch in front of me has to be
And eating Twinkies.
I’ll fucking show her what she can do with those
She’ll wish she were Tallahassee with an ass load of Zombies
ready to chew after I shove an entire box in her pie-hole!
AND a Dr. Pepper!
If ever I wanted someone to get a sugar-coma–
If ever I wanted to run somebody down with a Hostess
Truck– just for the irony–
If I ever wanted to find Richard-fucking-Simmons
and yell “YOU’RE WRONG YOU MANOREXIC LITTLE BASTARD!”
It’s right now.
I want a fucking twinkie.
I want twinkies AND ice cream.
I want a pizza tonight.
I want to use my Belly Dancing workout DVD
as a coaster for my Yoo-Hoo.
I want to Google the recipe for deep-fried twinkies–
I just know you can make those at home.
I want an extra large pizza–
pepperoni and onion.
I want the fancy butter pecan ice cream.
I really don’t want to clean the vomit off the floor.
Damn, that’s a lot of twinkie wrappers.
How many pieces of pizza are left?
Oh… now I know why I have to clean vomit up off the floor.
Time to crawl into bed.
You know what? No, I’m not a size nuthin,
but I don’t have to eat my knuckles after eating
Society cares too much about looks,
they should respect… my MIND.
I don’t care if I lose any more weight.
And if people don’t want to look at me–
And I won’t stop being happy, either.
Shit, son! Two pounds lost!
Damn, I can buy that new blouse,
but I’m going to need a new skirt, too…
A-Line. Or maybe dressy little peddle pushers and sandals.
Ooh… maybe some LINGERIE.
Hell, it’s got to be raining somewhere,
I wonder how much is in my savings account?
Yes, this is new lingerie.
No, I wasn’t expecting to keep it on for long.
Honey, can I be on top?
I hear it burns more calories.