Fat nurses chow down in a Wendy’s.
Meanwhile, I edit patient brochures.
The dangers of diabetes II rattle
About in my head.
Who said we could eat cookies for
Breakfast? Who said we couldn’t?
I’ll fill my body with whatever the fuck
I want, and they theirs.
It seems like a problem when you
Can’t climb a tiny waterfall. See it
Sparkling down into the greenbelt?
Or to be winded dancing after less
Than a minute? I hate to dance, but
The body should be able to take it,
My great-grandmother was obese
When she died, demented at
The age of sixty. She never ran
Up a hill in her life.