Adipose

In the process of pushing
your center to your edge
the act of inflation—
undertaken superfluously.

In the hope of becoming
a fortunately wonderful
sac, shaped like some
melon, like a grapefruit,
or a kumquat
specificity is lost in the borders.

Insulation dilated by
your hand on the small of my back—
a nudge forward into
the welcoming arms of
gold-finger Monday and
your mother.

We’ll roast the tips of our fingers
over iron skillets while you
swell indefinitely.
I can’t pick apart
your parts.