When she wakes up
She flings her fat out of bed
And rolls like thunder down the hall
Barreling through the kitchen door
She grabs her skinny rail of a husband
Spatula in hand, cooking breakfast
And plants the juiciest, fleshiest kiss
On his cheeky little face
His quaking heart exploding with rapture
To be thus engulfed in the voluptuous love
Of an Amazon Queen.


(Previously published in This Poetry Magazine, No.4, Dec. '99)