I want to be a hollow-cheeked woman of mystery
coming down the street
in my black clothes and grey vest
the outlaw lover
Want them to tell my stories in
New York City
Such a legend I would make
lean, fast and
which is the first problem.
Did you ever notice how the famous ones
are always thin?
I could be thin.
I could be very good at leanness
if you did not taste so good
so good with chocolate, so good with gravy
so filling, the legend, you, my appetite
rich, delicious, mesmerizing
like fine sherry with a sharp edge
or attitude with tight pants.
— Dorothy Allison, from The Women Who Hate Me, Poetry 1980-1990