One Big Lady

Whatever she saw

She’d eat,

Penises, pomegranates,

Platefuls of plump, peppered, potatoes.

To become obese

with the plentifulness of Nature

was her ambition

Any protein would do. Any carbohydrate.

Her ability to digest the world

was both play and vocation:

chef, actor, transcendental writer.

In her obituary

they fell all over themselves

to find enough words to describe her.

There were no pictures.

The very size of her

would have taken up

more pages

than the newspaper had to offer.