Cellulite
Thick
clotted
cream
dolloped around my thighs.
Wound beneath my butt
like bacon wrapped shrimp
salty, good, and dripping in grease.
Gnaws through jeans
grinds through tights.
This cellulite
might make my pants too tight.
Butt jiggly ,
thighs overstuffed
like a new mattress,
and both centered around too big hips of steel.
I love my thighs.
No gap to see!
There is no distance to breach.
This poem is about:
Me