Parked in the fields
All night
So many years ago,
We saw
A lake beside us
When the moon rose. I remember
Leaving that ancient car
Together.
I remember
Standing in the white grass
Beside it.
We groped
Our way together
Downhill in the bright
Incredible light
Beginning to wonder
Whether it could be lake
Or fog
We saw, our heads
Ringing under the stars we walked
To where it would have wet our feet
Had it been water
Please GOd make me skinny
No, not Midwest skinny, but New York - Manhattan skinny
Like— so skinny my eyes look sunken and big
And my cheek bones rise and look glamorous
And then when I wear those big platform shoes
They’ll look like large anvils on my feet
Let them say about me “she is so frail
She is waiflike; I will take care of her
Let me treat her so specially because she might break.”
Let me look like I’m starving
Let my ribs show and my abdomen grow flat
So that people will say I am beautiful
Let my clothes flow off my body so that I have
To apologize when my sweater inadvertently falls off my boney shoulers
And then let me say, “Oh I just can’t get clothes that fit.”
Let my skin gorw pale and deathlike and
Let me have a sensetive stomach so that nothing really agrees with me…
And then my life will be perfect and surely
There will be a very savvy guy out there who realizes just how
Skinny I am and just how special it is to be skinny
How being skinny is of itself one of llife’s main joys
Because when you are skinny you are cool and
Maybe if you are skinny and tall you can be a model and
Wear plastic see-through shirts and act unhappy
And walk down that runway and what could be better than that?
Because at the end of that runway
There must be a latte grande and that would just make my day
Because to be that skinny, that is all you can have
And then you spend the rest of the day being with really cool people
Who are also skinny
And alhtough you can’t have another latte grande
You can talk about it
And talk about the fat people who live in the Midwest
Who don’t even realize how fat they are.
