• Green and hard, she is full of hope,
    like the freshly-uttered promise falling
    even now from the lips of a friend
    whose intentions are good.
    A fat-bottomed girl, she is the wallflower
    passed over by those who choose
    cherry red with quick glances.

    A woman alone, she yields none of her bitter graces,
    turns rejection into a thin, shiny coat.
    All unaware, she grows rounded and soft,
    hips bruised only a little.

    Sometime in the night, she resigns herself to an end
    swollen, overlush.
    She moves to the edge where she teeters until dawn,
    when she is plucked up, on second thought,
    to drip down the chin of some reckless boy.