Elastic bands compress
Sometimes too snug for comfort A megabyte of a photo zipped into a file The waist band reins me in keeping the fat at bay, oozing out the side. Suck in, she commands like a lie told through the teeth, it’s a ‘fit. Fraying threads signal decay Cheapness mistaken for frugality remains I can wear the band down until it molds to my hips It loosens its grip and extends a forgiving stretch I can breathe now. But the waist band never lets me forget She’s a ruler without measure Just a little salt, a little sugar to taste Eye it at your own risk She’s ruthless in her discrete numbers Too old, too tight, it’s a fight to squeeze Too old, too loose, it’s an outline of the crime scene Marking red ruts in my flesh cleaving the fat into a valley A spectrum of insecurity in its security She hugs me insincerely — all in the wrong ways as hours melt into blurry days Vacillating between my bed and my desk I try to run it away then sink into a pint of ice cream by day’s end I didn’t used to have the bandwidth to care about this before
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