A fat man and a fat woman kiss in the supermarket.
Their juicy, pinky tongues
lean awkwardly against each other
like two rolls on the bakery counter.
While they kiss, they can’t cling to each other.
They come together at two points only:
the tip of their belly and the fiery flames of their tongue.
After lovemaking
they roll about in the sheets
like two happy hippos
in the zoo pool.

The fat man massages the fat woman’s feet
a TV newsman’s voice is in the background
and she feeds him tripe or honeycomb
from a pot that is on the floor.
Later on maybe she dresses him in her gowns
and puts a glaring lipstick on his lips.

They pay no attention to stains on the pillow
or breadcrumbs on the sheets,
to hairs, stretch marks, cellulite,
or varicose veins like railway tracks
on their short legs.
They are not frustrated with politics or the state of the country
or the bad living conditions,
these two passionate self-contained creatures
this perfect hermaphroditic cheese pie.