(Poem 255 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

The ultrasound test today
was unpleasant and long,
as the technician dug into
my rib cage to search for
my liver, pancreas, spleen,
kidneys, and gallbladder,
along with some arteries.
Apparently, they were hard
to find due to my habitus,
which is a medical way to
point out just how fat I am.
Fatty infiltration, adipose
fat, and overlying bowel gas
are just more ways of saying
I’m too fat and full of hot air.
Ef’ you and yo’ mama with
your skinny little perfect livers.

@Home Studio – 255^th poem of the year