skinny

Pretty, sullen face.

Stomach’s just an empty space.

Bel Air takes brutal beauty.

Fine lines around dry eyes,

Wide gaps between thighs.

A lot goes a short way.

Stop stuffing it.

Taxidermist’s hollow pig,

Carrying the carrion.

And the smells swat at your nose.

Till pounds drop or hearts stop.

Wipe the tired from your eyes.

Spotted truth among lies.

You don’t deserve to eat that.

Mothers find it in mirrors,

Theirs know problem’s real seed.

The mind is the orchard.

Ripe fruits fall freely this harvest, heavier.

But Love is not blind.

Learn the language of the skin,

Ancient art history and a modern muse.

Renaming a jewel’s flawed facet.

Composer’s still at his piano.