JewelStock '96

Fat

    There she sat, a mound of flesh
     with just two eyes to comprehend
     the extensiveness of her being.
     She made a mountaint of herself,
     so no one could look down.
     So no one would miss or fail to see
     the tiny woman hands that talked
     desperately of delicate things.
     Through a fist full of rings
     to all who would stop and listen.