A flock of girls
huddles on the corner
admiring each other’s bones
you are beautiful
you are lovely
no thighs how divine
they warble like birds
and ooh and ahh
at the number of ribs
they can count
A delivery man
cycles by
and their mouths water
as the scent of
a burger and fries
loosens their memory
and they are all breasts and hips
and soft bellied curves
legs big like trees
cellulite holding on tight
the delivery man disappears
then the skinny fever rises
and they return to their
uber thin selves
Their family and friends say
they will send the delivery man
with pizza tomorrow and
strawberry shortcake
at the end of the week.
From: https://www.flashesofbrilliance.org/poetry-hunger-by-leslie-dianne/
Date: 2021
By: Leslie Dianne (1956- )
From Troubles of The World 
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