Dogs 2008

FAT RANCH
(2/6/08)


it
would not
have been
my first choice

but friends
had invited
and friends
were paying
so friends
were choosing

a breakfast buffet
in Western motif
a cactus festooned
corral of excess

first meal
of the day
out on the range
the most important
don't you know

my friends
are not willows
but I begrudge them not
their hearty feast
though the sounds
from the rest
of the herd
disturb me
to say
the least

sighing
burping
belching
groaning
moaning
and farting
(no shit)
they made their way
again and again
waddling along
to get in line
for eggs
grits
hash
gravy
bacon
biscuits
omelets
sausage
pancakes
french toast
hash browns
all coated
with copious amounts
of butter
syrup
pepper
and salt

many
were huge
obscenely obese
clogged carotid
caricatures
of the human beings
that they were
meant
to be

the woman
at the next table
who weighed in
at least
300 pounds
and I guessed
closer to 350
BELLOWED
to know one
in particular

"goddamn
I ate so much
here yesterday
that I thought
I was going
to be sick

so I'm
taking it easy
today"

four sullied plates
were already stacked
to her side

I would have hated
to see the scene
the day before

please
don't shake your head
and count me
as callous

I'm a skinny dude
but prefer my friends
and especially the women
to have some heft
to their get-along
not wanting to see
mirrored reflections
of my sunken cheeks
in the faces
about me

most of my girlfriends
have equalled
our exceeded
my weight
since
the thought
of my bones
bumping on theirs
makes the mating ritual
more a macabre
skeletal dance
and drains
the sexuality
straight away
from the situation

no
I have no
prejudice here
just a strict sense
of the border
between
girth
and gross

I've returned
to taking
my meals
alone
skin and bones
bereft of moans
viewing no excess
but my own
not a deer
or an antelope
in sight