She stumbles into class
or perhaps she strolls casually
with her gait sloshing around her waist
Sometimes its tucked neatly under what must be
an industrialized blouse, designed
to handle a load
But most days it just sits out in the breeze
riding the wave of a turn or a shift
bouncing around
on what must be firm tissue
buried somewhere underneath the gelatin
Her face has two eyes buried in flesh
they open just slightly when a point is being made
Her nose is the only stationary thing about her
Hair that is growing out a dye-job from what must be two months ago
frames her pear shaped face with straight bangs
if a finger were run through it,
I am certain it would take Dawn to degrease it.
The lips have a mind of their own
they talk to us,
but with seemingly no regard for what her mouth
would like them to say
I hear the words,
I see the lips but somewhere, somehow
the message is crossed
leaving me confused, perturbed
Once I find a chance
to take my mind off that vacillating mouth
her perplexingly stout hand grasps a sweaty palm
around a bottle sitting on the desk
We watch in terror as the thing pulls itself towards her face
twitching in anticipation of what tension that stretched skin is tested to
It reaches those lips, that are in quite an odd position indeed
to be receiving a drink of succulent diet death,
but soon the flabby things fill in any unoccupied crevices
and she drinks, a gahstly thing indeed.
There is no comfort in this action,
only painstaking displeasure in her rounded eyes
I must say it looks painfully dreadful.
As she awkwardly gulps down the sugar
we all hold our breath
and pray nothing bursts.
A little cough and a cap twist later we're back on schedule
just in time to watch droplets of diet nectar spewing
from those sovereign fat flabs below her nose
Before long, the sea of rising tides and ebbing flows of flesh
have transfixed us for one more period
No one has to see her waddle out of the room
squawking down the hallway in shoes worn under the pressure
Hopefully she never falls
for fear she would never get up
and nigh again
teach us of Western Europe
It is truly a thing to see indeed
I appoint no condesention for it is an exquisite spectacle
like nothing I have ever seen before
don't take these words to be frought with judgment
only know that this was written
out of pure curiosity and bemusement
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