She's on her personal, makeshift cat
walk -- it's her body
against
the hang-it-on-the-door bedroom mirror,
and if she tilts it,
she...is...
better,
and the carpet is the wonder of ugly...fat...
beige,
flat in places,
bulging in others,
and she isn't wiry or unique,
and the belly...just...plain
sucks,
but still worse are the thighs --
wait --
yes;
she could tear her fucking face off
and live
forever
C.A. MacConnell
