I have fought with my belly
in drunken doorways
or in front of silent screens
with popcorn and chips spilt upon me,
I have fought with my belly
in the drive thru,
the mayo,
the cheese,
the dogfish rolling off my glistening pink chin,
I have fought with my belly
as it was being blessed with the splatters
of soft ice cream
while driving through Courtenay
to catch a ferry
while the oysters shuffled on the seafloor
as the turkey vultures wait for me
circling above my lawn
in a quiet sky tunnel
kind of
way.
