Eating and madness,
Mad synapses and mounds of chicken thighs,
Thighs that rub together as she moves –
Thighs she can no longer see beyond her stomach.
Stomach this? Well it’s not easy,
Yet easy does the gravy go down her throat,
As she chokes down her pride with
Another helping of mashed potatoes.
Salad on the side.
©2012 Christy Birmingham