Perpetuate
My grandma died
Talking about weight loss
My girlfriends mom died
Talking about weight loss
My mom will probably die
Excitedly losing weight
Just the same
As the rest of them—
I think perhaps
My goal here
Is to be different—
I think perhaps my goal
Is to try and make
My dad admit he’s fat
One time
In his life
Before he dies, my goal is to
Perpetuate some of the trauma
He’s put onto me
Except instead of
Teaching my daughters how to hate themselves
I’ll teach the world
How we were all hated
Hoping some day
A whiff of shame
Smacks him on his dense, senseless pig face.