Happiness in My Stomach
More chicken tenders
to replace the delicate fingers
that never brush my arm or stroke my cheek.
to rebel against my fate
of eating the shitty dishes that life has served.
Bring on the fries
as well as all the lies
that tell me that the happiness in my stomach is real.
One more slice of pizza
because I can’t be with her
and the taste of meat & cheese loves me more than you.
Add another waffle to the stack
because, hey, I’m fat!
And I’ll laugh about it until it’s not true.