Dress Up

i slipped into a fat man's suit
it fit me rather oddly
sleeves too long and neck too wide
still somehow i felt at home

soon i liked how fatness felt
all wrapped around myself
so far from anyone i used to love
vast and vulnerable

i wasn't cold inside of him
it wasn't hot either
numbness like pins and pains instead
slow and dull until sleep

i spent the night in those clothes
nearly wore them out
bagging at seams that once were taut
threadbare where joints bent

i shed that skin like sticky tears
how i wished i could stay
my restless fingers are longing to be plump
it's chilly without so many layers

i need him back
maybe he could wear me too
we might be each other in disguise
it's fun being a fat man

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