Slavic Love over Peruvian Love
She would pick my semi-anorexic 100lbs body up
to my mother's amazement, and my mother would clap in amusement
while I stretched my arms towards the ceiling—
her strong Slavic arms sandpapering my skin against my ribs.
We all laughed, and she fatten me up nicely
with pizza, steak, chicken, vodka & juice, rum & colas,
and at night we'd burn the excess of calories
in a weight class handicap match of middleweight vs. featherweight.
But what a featherweight I was,
and how Slavic her weight was in the middle, on top, or the bottom.
I had never been so happy to have lost such amount of rounds.
Meal after meal, she fatten me up nicely back to my usual 160lbs.
She’d spank my rehab ass, say it was getting back to its original glory,
while I prepared for another bout I knew I was prone to lose.
to my mother's amazement, and my mother would clap in amusement
while I stretched my arms towards the ceiling—
her strong Slavic arms sandpapering my skin against my ribs.
We all laughed, and she fatten me up nicely
with pizza, steak, chicken, vodka & juice, rum & colas,
and at night we'd burn the excess of calories
in a weight class handicap match of middleweight vs. featherweight.
But what a featherweight I was,
and how Slavic her weight was in the middle, on top, or the bottom.
I had never been so happy to have lost such amount of rounds.
Meal after meal, she fatten me up nicely back to my usual 160lbs.
She’d spank my rehab ass, say it was getting back to its original glory,
while I prepared for another bout I knew I was prone to lose.
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