FAT PEOPLE Poem by Luuk Gruwez

Fat people know everything about love,
up to the remotest corners of their body,
the catacombs of their own flesh.

Their belly is the foreign country where they live,
continuously yearning for the slimmest waists
that make their mouths water like pastry.

Nobody is more sincerely sad,
so cheerfully mournful in those distant guts,
those far toes and bulbous buttocks.

As if they just consist of remnants:
less than a hundred kilos nothing
that nobody will ever want.