Being pillowy didn't suit me A morsel to savor Make the mouth water. No. I am not built to be zaftig: No hard edges No awkward corners No bones poking through. No sharpness Makes me weaker: I am not a soft and Gentle kind of sister. I am not built to dine on Compliments honest or sly About how the curve of my ass Makes suitors sigh Or how my eyes are greener And make the desire keener Do not ask me to dine out On flattering statements Or chew on companionship Promises: I am sick of the Lot of it. I find solitude delicious I eye up my empty life Like an alligator with a steak And sit watching the moon With the eye of a woman Who has felt death brush Her cheek And swoon.