Fat Poem

After fumbling her wallet to the ground,

She stopped, then stooped.

Pudgy ripples shook her reached arm which could go no further,

Sent swells along backbones like waves on a windy day.

While trembling and spewing measured grunts of energy,

She turned with a trained movement, the bulk of herself

Over to her other arm, delegating the wryest of red faces

To the fingertip-mile she could not travel.

 

Handing the wallet to her

Felt more like the eye of a storm than a favor.