Hippopotamus - a poem
Something under the skin expands when I am not watching.
An evil spirit balloons, bloats.
I am, I become puffy
Like a still fish, but I am a woman,
housing an evilness that makes skin sick.
I feel it stretch
the awful excess, across abdomen, thighs, butt, chin.
Even fingers, calves and elbows
Surfacing–the giant hippopotamus
raising its body out of water.
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