Winter

by BethAnne Yoxsimer Paulsrud

I plumped up for winter--
the Christmas turkey
being me this year.
Layers and layers
of clothing hid my
inner padding.
With each bite,
each pound, I built
my wall brick by
brick by brick.
One day, complete,
I toppled, rolling
down like the
meatball when
somebody sneezed.
I rolled and
rolled, farther
and farther and
farther.
Being so plump,
I didn't feel
a thing.