Eulogy for Soft Hips

I wish you still knew
that you were the one
who got away
That I still dream
of your curves
That you were going to be
the one
all my heroines were based on
But you conspired with them
to take away
one more curvaceous beauty
from the world

And you disappear
wrapped up
in the narcissism of
your appetite
So I disappear
into the narcissism of
art
Observing my chest
and the way my thighs jiggle
And I let your buxom beauty
slip away
like you let it
slip away
Obsessed with thinness
and the unnatural
lies they sold you

I wish you still knew
that you used to be beautiful.