There's a belly in heaven that I love.
It wriggles with satisfaction
like a Buddha's would
at the sight of Jello and whipped cream.
______It doesn't give a damn.
There's a belly in heaven that I miss.
______It jiggles with beer.
It's great for a hug and a squeeze.
It devours cakes, cookies, and pies.
It shakes, rolls, and giggles at bad jokes.
______Get out of my sight diet man.
Take a hasty trolley to hell
______whose thoughts you won't reveal,
by Angela d'Arista Solli
from Regrets Only: Contemporary Poets on the Theme of Regret