somehow these pants
got tight,
almost overnight.
I can hardly button them,
and get the belt
around me.
this shirt too, it's
like a sausage casing
around my barrel
chest.
I look in the mirror,
kicking an empty
pie pan
across the floor, wiping
blueberries
from my mouth.
I see my dog in the corner
breathing
heavily.
his collar tight
around his neck.
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