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Ode to the COVID belly...

Loving my Lockdown Pounds

By Chelsea DelaneyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Ode to the COVID belly...
Photo by Willian Justen de Vasconcellos on Unsplash

You buster of chairbacks,

flush with Santa Clausian roundness.

You who asks fat pants

for a refund on unreasonable definitions.

I applaud you as you flip off the moon.

Born of brownies and distance learning,

unemployment and origins of our failure to see.

How am I clearing as you widen?

It seems impossible, but I am...

ready to strut the catwalk

at Alaska's Fat Bear Week--

it's a thing, look it up.

You who can not lock down definitions,

look like sadness when all the world is grieving.

You're a cheeky little bastard,

aren't you? I query with adoring eye.

Jessica rabbit drums reply

as I cross the carb bridge,

to a belly buttoned planet.

I orbit your elastic magnificence,

soft inside and out.

I forgive myself for the sin of ever wanting to disappear.


About the Creator

Chelsea Delaney

Life is weird, write about it, paint about it, dance about it, and sing about it too. Use every language in your arsenal to sculpt the world you want to live in. Writer, educator, artist, and creative midwife--this is what I do.

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