A poem by New Zealand-born writer Rachel Sawaya.

 

It’s That Big

 

my butt is gigantic

not in the way

that clouds are

not a giant peach

it doesn’t float like a pair

of hot air balloons

it’s more of a flatbed truck

with a load of timber

and a loose tarp

or rather, like two

parked side by side

just waiting on

those rough as guts

guys with hubcap hands

to finish their steak and eggs

and keep on rumbling

down freedom’s way

 

 

This poem was first published in Hue & Cry 7: Deep (2013).