A poem about how morbid obesity severely curtails the quality of one's daily life, including a sacred collaboration generally regarded as ensuring ultimate uncompromisable pleasure.
With Difficulty the Morbidly Obese Can and Sometimes Do Do It Too
The Compromised Reward of Morbidly Obese Sex
All those sweat-trapping rolls
of tiresome-to-wash flesh
between fat sweethearts
really slosh and slug it out
upon the mutual enablers’ squashed short-lived mattress
when they work up a fuck.
the fitted sheet and mattress pad are soaked through with sweat
and bunched into the interior of the mattress’s sunken top
as their elasticized corners have come loose
from under around the assaulted innerspring mount.
Pillow talk is delayed a long time
while the prostrate lovers recover
from their infrequent pursuit of flesh pleasure,
heaving to catch their runaway breaths,
enduring which now seems hardly to have been worth
the momentariness of orgasm.