Ali Whitelock


twenty kilos dropped from him
like leprosy. a friend we hadn’t 
seen in years came to visit, noticed 
his weight, she’s always trying to 
lose weight herself––she juices 
kale, eats quinoa, does yoga––the 
hot one & still the kilos will not 
shift. she asks him what his secret 
is. he tells her the dog died. 
how the grief 
is eroding him.

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