Splendor's Costs

Little Pinkylinas trying to stretch their necks above folds of skin.

But they’re trapped in rolls/roles.

Fingers slip the love handles…

a loosened grasp.

Tractions gained through cellulite’s imprints…

used as rubber mats,

but the wives drop back…

boxes of detergent, Windex bottles, cans of furniture polish,

Tons of spatulas, chopping boards, bracelet their torsos.

There are irons, diapers, and toys,

between their knees and feet.

And even further down below,

brooms, basting pans and dish rags, allow no room for balance.

Although their necks and chests remain free…

Its still too hard to breathe.

So, some gasp and give up.

BUT some find footpaths amidst the rolls,

And climb toward the call of Bold.

Written and Illustrated by:

Almavida 2004

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