underfed

(He makes me into that queasy feeling
of I think I've had too much)
I prove to myself
that my life is a pose
stretching and stretching
toward something to do with
high end supermarket, strutting
and white dresses clung to
underfed hips and a
loss of words.
I purse my lips past my life of
cups of tea and
"No, I think I want/I need/I have to have more"
And I won't stop for what's common
because in my heart it's honest
Though they don't talk about such things here