Tonight, Christmas evening,
Was the peak of our relationship.
Allow me to explain.
Before our family dinner,
I tried to wear my favorite dress—the black satin one,
That shines softly in light.
You tenderly called me a cow, and asked
‘Why don’t you cut away your fat?’
‘Can’t you carve your stomach flat?’
I trudged back into my room,
Your loving abuse clinging to my body all the way.
I changed into your favorite clothing for me—sweatpants,
And joined our parents and brother at the table.
At the sight of the steaming turkey and creamy potatoes,
You hissed kindly to me,
‘Touch it and you’ll regret it.’
Nobody else could hear the sweet-nothings you whispered,
But don’t worry, I did.
I swallowed your advice instead of my food.
And later I emptied my stomach of everything except your words.
Now thanks to you, my ribs are finally showing.
Our love truly goes to the bone.