Chubby Rain

a poem, what else?

You damn half-Japanese girls,
the baby fat

that barely holds you back
from the hip bone.

Mm!

Our bodies are forever child-like,
but we're such tired parents.

I see you scowling tomorrow,
surveying the damage,

though I'm trying not to think of it.
Besides,

that's just some other day.

We never fixed the top right post
from last time.