A woman is fixing popcorn
From all she had kept within.
Suddenly bulbous, unwieldy,
Yet oddly free,
She crashes through her house, disturbing everything.
"You're not the same person I fell for in high school," complains the husband.
"And you are," complains the wife.
She pours herself into the outside world
As if it were a big, pretty bowl.
She starts the Popcorn Institute
Where large women
Do large things
"Look at her," snipe some of her unpopped sisters,
"A size 16 if she's anything."
But they are small, dark, unappealing,
Like mouse droppings.
She is warm,
Desired by all.