i.
i was born small
isn't that something
isn't that always the way?

ii.
there's ice cream on the sheets
lay my bare mottled skin down
and i'm in candyland
candyland and my rubber band all possible
my wink zings minty
bedazzled right down to my innards

iii.
sure just tell other people you think i'm beautiful
that'll do us just fine

iv.
our stomachs match
hanging sort of low and sort of heavy
bare down hard on me
bare and fat like me
swinging low and heavy over me
you loom silent
kept your hand skittering across my belly all night

what if you had grabbed it and pinched it and smacked it and pushed your face there and made me cry and said horrible things

v.
i want people to be beautiful
yes
but