Skeleton, some wonder if you are really practicalkeening as you do through this cityensconced in flesh, a tailored suit for boneslost plush in skin. Is it a good life withinexiled in the singular anatomical body?(Thanatophobia, mine.) Ok, breathe. There’soodles of oxygen for now—let’s live a little, we’re here!Natter on, nitwit. I’ve had about enough of you.
Sorry not sorry, said death. He wasn’t fucking around, theklepto. Meanwhile, the internets wouldn’t shut up about perfection,elegance, the feminine ideal, that old regime. It was hard not to puff up whilelactating. It took heft to host the parasite. Pregnancy brought a swampyedema. Bye-bye ankles. Nice knowing you, feet. Intermittent fasting?Time to give it a rest. We’ll shrink eventual to the ultimate bone,obits keening farewell, flesh! So wax zaftig, carb while you can, willynilly…