Fake Merwins, Fat Dianes
The fat Dianes pray to child Buddhas
who sit at Whole Foods
eating sandwiches with fake Merwins.
Please save me, they say.
The Merwins are too old,
the Dianes too fat.
They walk down Broadway
past buildings
that are painted the wrong brown,
toward Asian women
with gray roots who ask,
“How old are you?”
She is turning in and out of herself
fat Diane
sitting alone in her bedroom
fat Diane,
a D.C. blonde caught in a power trap.
Never make a commitment,
never crack a smile.
You are a happy-go-lucky old lady
they are turning into a pedophile.
Diane is playing dodge ball,
Diane is having tea.
Diane has a lion face,
Diane is not the queen.
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