Your Lumpy Bottom Parts

Yet another pretty cottage-y
confinement you just busted out of –
grown so large inside it that you woke up
wearing it as if it were a hat. You long ago
learned painfully it’s guaranteed your lumpy
bottom parts would shove right through
the door again and push your little secrets out
(front and back). By now, at least,
you’ve learned to wear your favorite
underpants (red and black).
You cannot crowd yourself into a this or that.

Luckily the weather’s warmer now; perhaps
a stroll half naked down the street
would be a treat. Maybe seek the grand
domain. Maybe do not curl up, furl up,
sneak into the dark. Maybe set your
sights upon a park. Be its lawns
and fountain, swing, calliope. Be
the seasons changing in it unapologetically.
Drop your underpants: be unabashed
and pink. Turn your face up, open both
your fat lips to the sky and take a drink.

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