The Heaviest Girls

are the ones that bang-squeal-jilter against

the pulse of canned music upstairs.

Supermodel-tall, their platelets rush alcohol rather than sugar from red vein to slow lane

whooping like the drugs could sweep them off their cutting-heeled shoes

into the air, lighter

than a Bud.

 

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