Suzanna

Like birds that sit on a line.
Hanging down.
Squawking.

Like ants that line an ant hill.
Crawling down.
Marching.

Like coffee that stains a tooth.
Down to the root.
Forever.

Like sunshine that hits a floor.
And just sits there.
Spreading.


Yep, babe, you’ve got cellulite.
And it’s here to stay.




(On the mirror, at the OMO, Ambara, changing/ trial room)