Detestable

Munching away at candy

Or anything handy

When her bottom exceeds the chair she plops into.

Insensible

The way her arm reaches for more

Like the hour before

Her moves instinctive not reasonable

Unhealthy

Her body sits unmoved hours on end

Seemingly only to bend

For additions rather than deletions.

Why?

She is quite pretty in the face.

Why?

She seems to be complacent.

Until she returns to the overwhelming silence of her room

And looks into the mirror at the gross,

Feels tired, alone and dries her tears,

 Relaxes her fears,

With another mouthful.

 

2-18-1980