Inspired by Zan Ross's slam piece at the 2010 WA Poetry Slam.
I am the thin woman. The skinny woman.
I can sidle through narrow spaces,
and count all my ribs.
I am the tall woman. The long woman.
People say "Oh! Is it raining? You'd be the first to know."
I have to order my jeans from a special warehouse, interstate,
because I want jeans that reach all the way down to my feet.
I am the shallow woman.
I am very, very shallow.
And because I lack depth, that is as far as my self-analysis has gotten.
I am the discreet woman. The sexy woman.
I will laugh at your dirty jokes
and pretend not to know what you mean when you say
"Want to come in for a coffee?"
I am the watcher of daytime TV -
it's a boring job, but somebody's got to do it.
I am the thin woman. The skinny woman.
And yes, I will have something to eat -
but not because you told me to.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I Am The Thin Woman
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