After the Last Calorie of the Apocalypse / Prayer for the Clinically Obese

OMOTARA JAMES
On the last day, let there be a fat inhalation / of delight between the lap of our sunrise. // As the tongue separates the doubt from the cream, / let pleasure sift through the metal strainer of time. Only // hours now. Waiting for the thin people in my life to die, / I read a magazine, have sex, smoke a cigarette