iuju! Creo que ya enflaqué un milímetro!

Round

Like a universe expanding,
with a dwarf star at its center,
day by day,
my stomach grows.

I wish there would be entropy,
chaos, some disorder,
but the inevitable glut
stably marches on.

Round.
Like soft drops of olive oil,
like a dusty cocoa truffle,
like a snore.

The sun's weight sits on a spoon,
and still I chomp a bowl
of sunflakes, more and more
such gravity.