by Judy Safford

resurrects the skin.
Why must we cover the covering?
By day it became my shield.
By night I cry.
The shield of fat surrounds me
like a sleeping bag,
too big for me.
The shield
does not stop the pain,
just layers it
like a Birthday cake.

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