I told you that she would never be as Italian as me,
jealous bites that you ignored, while an Asian baby
played beside us at a public bathtub in Southern
Rhode Island.
You looked like a Greek god , your little waist
putting my round physique to shame. You didn’t
notice it, or my breasts, round teeth, unkempt hair.
You noticed me.
Sometimes I get to thinking about what the world
will be like in sixty years, how many lives I will have
touched, how many men will have entered and left,
how many animals dead.
I don’t know if I will still have my breasts, round
teeth, unkempt hair, or you. But wrinkled and ugly
I'll still have this fat memory.
