Fat
L, man of mystery, slipped yet another package of goodies through the mail slot at the LaLa, making his mail, the first to go inside – he compiled a CD – my favorite song, the lyrics that made me laugh out loud on the way to Pilates, was care of the Violent Femmes:
I hope
you got
fat
cause if you got
really fat
you just might want to see me come back
I don’t care
how heavy or how skinny
just gimme
something to love
a little extra weight would never look no nicer on nobody else but you
and I could always use a little bit more
to hold on to
and if I get a fright in the middle
of the night I’ll cling to you