madmaeb

fat woman beckons from the stare.
she questions my reality.
i accept hers.
she is necessary to my function.
she hardly credits mine --
denies the questionable,
refuses to confront
what i represent.
she turns her back on me.

my presence offends her sense
of the acceptable,
        or comfortable,
        or safe.
i threaten her stability:
the ponderous gravity
that qualifies her security,
that anchors her steps.

i am a trampoline.
i could teach her to fly --
but she prefers her denial of my abomination,
the inevitability of her belief
in horizontals,
        fixity
        and the fiction of flight.