Fat Is

Fat is

Fat is a convent,
protecting the sacred heart,
keeping soul,
keeping mind,
keeping time.

Fat is white knight armor,
staving off romantic lunges,
saving spirit,
saving the female gift,
saving phobics fierce plunges
into folly.

Fat is spectacular,
a saintly, chenille shawl,
swaddling the abandoned babe,
calming the chilled, needy child,
comforting, hiding, yet
chiding its bearers.

Fat is a negotiator between
woman and her world.
With curves and rolls
she controls who may enter,
see, share, touch
the pearls of her.

Fat is that thing
we hug, sizzle, and chew,
obsessing daily how to
banish bulges,
while clinging fast and true.