As far back as mid-childhood, I’ve had
Side-fat hugging my guts like cozy chain mail.
This faithful foam belly blankie holds mad
Thoughts, muffles gut yells, and keeps the jail
Cot soft–a detention center cemented together
By juvenile infractions and judgments handed down
By a very junior justice. Inquiring whether
Or not I could see the case files, I’m told The Crown
Has sealed the records. (My psychic incarceration
Takes place in a British crime drama.) This
Reminds me it’s time to watch an episode
Of The Great British Baking Show. Swiss
Rolls and scones. Yum. TV a la mode.
These loyal chums have always stuck by my side.
It’s objectively true–everything is better fried.
