poem of the day 06.15.15

peanut butter

i was the fattest

of the fat kids

i jiggled my sadness

down the block

and slathered peanut butter

on thick slices of bread

at my grandmother’s house

i had no clue

how much the loneliness

was setting in

i had no clue

until the first time my head

was turned by a girl

but i had that knife

and the bread

and my god the peanut butter

spread like thick tan waves

shoved into my fat mouth

the fattest of fat mouths

the loneliest mouth

that i knew

choking and spinning

around my grandmother’s kitchen

face red

and cheeks puffed out

like dizzy gillespie

as grandma screamed

and tried smacking my back

over the sink

where the cold water

was running

like life

for me

for me

for fat little old me.