Dress Up
i slipped into a fat man's suit
it fit me rather oddly
sleeves too long and neck too wide
still somehow i felt at home
soon i liked how fatness felt
all wrapped around myself
so far from anyone i used to love
vast and vulnerable
i wasn't cold inside of him
it wasn't hot either
numbness like pins and pains instead
slow and dull until sleep
i spent the night in those clothes
nearly wore them out
bagging at seams that once were taut
threadbare where joints bent
i shed that skin like sticky tears
how i wished i could stay
my restless fingers are longing to be plump
it's chilly without so many layers
i need him back
maybe he could wear me too
we might be each other in disguise
it's fun being a fat man
Copyright © 2004 T. Masami Tadehara
