an Ode to My Apron Belly

a poem on the reclamation of fat intimacy

He reveres my body like a work of art.
Darkness. Drunken Words. Sober Thoughts. 

 "Do you think they know what we are doing?" he chuckles softly as he brings my chin up to kiss him.
 
"I think they have a pretty good idea." 

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