Dear Fat,
Oh how I miss you
I must be true
And say
I have endeavored to lose you
Because my biological anchor
Was just too much to bear
But know I fare awkwardly
Like my body doesn't know what to do
Without you
Like the friend you love to hate
Once they pack up and leave
Your hatred has no target
Even in spite of iron pills
Cold creeps in a little easier
I have taken off some of the insulation
So the temple is drafty
Seats and corners get harder
As curves turn to edges and lines
All the time
I wonder
What's next
Dear Fat
I am sorry I treated you so mean
Please help.
Love,
Me
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