eulogy at the funeral of a cardigan
they say
“fat folx can’t enjoy summer”
wet heat hugs
thick limbs
portruding middles
friction erupts
from body parts
in love
with the touch of
the other
summer loving
don’t belong to fat bodies
in heat
how can it
when
the world insists
all this body
moving
expansion
must hide under
synthetic blends?
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The language of this poem is so rich! “protruding middles” is very original and works so well, and the sound relationships throughout as well (limbs –> middles, erupts –> parts). Meter also does a lot here, with “summer loving” being regular trochees, same with “don’t belong to fat” and then broken with the following “bodies”– tense tense untense of fat bodies breaking the meter in that stanza contributes to one of the themes I saw in the poem, how the world imposes its arbitrary rules on whoever doesn’t fit in. Also, the hatred of synthetic blends is deeply relatable as someone who overheats a lot.
this title is everything! brilliant!