LIE IN THE GRASS, ROLL IN THE SUN
Fat
Too much
Too little
More than enough
Clothes
Waiting to be worn
To give them away
Is giving up
For someone else
Not to wear them
Is selfish
Let them go
She thinks
They are a dream that makes no sense
Being smaller was her father’s wish
Let go
Spend these last moments
Without regret
Without a net
Without reminders
With only care for the coming home.