I'm going to ignore
the jokes about my weight
I am a blank sketch
with larges spots missing
even to the ones I love.
Even to so-called
family members.
They deny me like Judas.
Does it matter who knows
me and what I rhyme with,
do these words even
make sense?
I'm going to ignore empty
looks, furtive scanning,
ignorant leaps.
Reciting my life over again,
what else can I do but
move forward along the twist
of lemon metaphor,
take another step
above the drink on the rocks?
Kaitlyn Park
Salem, Oregon,
US
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