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.