Sonnet III
When I was schooling in halls so hallow,
my pale young body was softer than now,
Name-calling bullies taunted Moo! and Cow!
comments I took to be somewhat shallow
I’d lie awake by the flick’ring tallow,
years of frustration furrowing my brow,
wanting to break free—yet not knowing how—
from flesh that felt like spongy marshmallow
These days such mem’ries seem irrelevant, my current physique is sculpted from oak But though I am strong as an elephant, a soft onion bagel still can evoke pain that propels me down on hell’s descent— to my old body, the butt of a joke
These days such mem’ries seem irrelevant, my current physique is sculpted from oak But though I am strong as an elephant, a soft onion bagel still can evoke pain that propels me down on hell’s descent— to my old body, the butt of a joke
