Post Run Honesty Poem by Vonnie Postit

it's Saturday night
walkin' out
club still pop
pop poppin'
surroundings
strangers
unclean pipped pooped
this defines unnatural.
BUT
what's worse than this?
the purposeless act
of quick leg rub rubbings
running
are those knives in my legs?
sweat, blood,
what's the difference
tell me
why does pizza
provoke punishment
siren call
my couch butt print
whispers sad loneliness
my feet and nose
point star bound
a quick ode to
my wonder thighs,
I promise
your grave stone
will only tell stories
of pretty affection
I think it's beautiful
that you see
thighs touching
a mothers kiss
instead of a friends lunch
to my queen stomach.
I know my words
have not always told stories
of rainbows and round perfection,
but there's nothing more
beautiful then the way
rain falls on mountains
there's a reason why
no one ever calls
climbing valleys accomplishment.
and more than anything
I swear
I will never
ever
again believe that you
deserve anything less
then that last cookie.