my thighs are like sausages
beefy porky links
as an artist I just want to take the eraser to them a tad
shave off an inch or too around the edges
those jiggly areas in the middle there
but in fact
I refuse
because
these jimmy deans of mine
sit proper on a bicycle seat
they carry me around town
and only protest on the uphill parts, which seems fair
they are sturdy
like the majestic redwoods, they aren't going anywhere
which is a relief
because, I need them
and to sit and complain about the part of me
that connects my head in the clouds
to my feet on the dirt
just seems ungrateful
and anyways
who said sausages were meant to be despised anyways
albeit the vegetarians, a soy link for you then
but still, they are lovely in a stew, or a friend to your eggs
they're sizzly and savory in the skillet
aha!
And those redwoods, my goodness, have you seen them?
I would imagine no redwood looks to another and says ashamed
“i need to start that diet again, my fat jeans are getting snug.”
no no no!
It just isn’t so.
So if you see me
and I'm flaunting them in the sun
or dancing through the jiggle
know,
my life is too grand
my body too precious
to spend time wishing for replacement parts
or hating the beautiful set I've been given
I am grateful and proud
now how’s THAT for livin?