say it ... s l o w l y

and we s i z e
one another u p

as we p a s s
along the side w a l k

you see, girls criticize
with their eyes
behind their tortoise shell sunglasses
as she passes

underneath our breath
we talk
about the princesses
we are surely not

she wears last season's a d i d a s
her calves are unproportionately h u g e

her thighs
s h a k e
with each stride

her beer
g u t
she can't hide

a size
t h i r t e e n
this bad luck
d r e a m

every month she b l e e d s
the needs
of all of the
never-be
beauty q u e e n s.

like it? you should hear me say it ... slowly.