Widow
I want a man, she tells me.

Been a year and more since her man

is gone to ashes

and

Don't know how to do this but
still it's time, you know.
But I've got an impossible list,
everyone says, things he's gotta be
to be the one
and you know I'm hiding, probably
inside this body, layers of fat
protecting me, they say.

Really we both know

she just likes food. And

who is to say that's any more

screwed up than anything else.

So if you know anyone who wants
a woman nearly 50 with
three kids and an attitude
you just let me know, she tells me,

talking kind of brusk and rough and I think

I see how hard this is for her.

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