It’s not just fat cells hanging
from her underarms and thighs.
It’s words: language that’s been chewed
over and over and over again.
A paste, cloying in her veins
Regurgitated,
they slither, and crawl,
words without meaning, leaving tracks:
Breathless lung gossip.
Incessant verbs, nouns, and adjectives.
Conjunctions.
I am a hapless reservoir collapsing under the weight of listen.
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