Chicken Fat |
Jennifer Cahoon |
| Nanny always let
me eat Dark tuna on white sunbeam bread With chocolate milk My dessert Canned peaches in syrup On the table before dinner was done Mom would be so mad That we ate KFC and Carvel Every day that she was gone Chomping on barbecue wings Before we got home Even with my honey-stained fingers I never felt ashamed Not like at home with measured cups Of milk and dinner rations Smaller than a war time pinch Prodded, poked my ass or thigh To gauge just how ashamed of me My mom should be For her daughter is no cheerleader In size three jeans My face is too round for any boy To smile at me, my mother said Refrigerator plastered with twig-like Perfections from Glamour magazine My guilt and hunger mixed in a knot In my too plump belly While Jane Fonda whipped my mother Into shape So I preferred to eat chicken with my Grandma Drink large glasses of whole milk And fall asleep in her big soft loving lap |