people
fat like us,
she says to me, biting down
on a bear claw
then wiping
the glaze from her nose,
washing it all
down with a Mountain Dew.
they eat
fat stuff.
heavy creams and cheeses,
baguettes,
bouillabaisse,
and onion soup?
not to mention creme brulee.
they eat snails
by the handful.
those people love butter.
why aren't they all walking
around
Paris looking
like the Hindenburg,
like everyone is in Springfield?
what's up
with.
beats me i tell her.
me too, she says. maybe
should we get some ice-cream
next?
do you mind rolling
me into the back
of your truck, my legs keep
sticking
to the vinyl seats up front.
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