and now that is all i can think of.
i spend all day being mad at people for judging
other's on their body type, and all
i could stare at were her arms, how they
looked oddly plump and white, like rolled
up Wonder Bread poking out from the tight
shoulder holes of her little black dress.
she was talking about empowerment of youth on the stage
at Harvard, sitting next to Oprah, and i was imagining her happy
with her new boyfriend Tyler in a hotel room in L.A.
eating tacos and not worrying about her work-out plan
or double stuffed booty.
i know all of you will go now and google
"Born this Way launch" and fast forward the video to
the part when Gaga comes out and you will look at her arms and
you will, too, agree. they look fat. fat. fat. fat.
and then you might feel bad. or satisfied.
sexism is real and it is everywhere, even in poets, and feminists,
and professors, and tibetan monks. all the people of the world
stare and declare of each other who is too fat, too ugly, too much.
all of those same people in the world
probably stare at my fat arms when i eat a cookie in public:
how dare she.
how could she.
sugar and fat.
sugar and fat.
when i dance all they see is fat
on the stage jiggling like
a New York jelly roll
and now all i see on my iphone screen
are her arms.
fatter then usual.
i'm sorry stefani.
i really really love you.
