a fat comeback
by Francine DuBois

"The Spice Girls are getting back together,"
I tell them over dinner. Forks drop. Lasagna splatters.
Somewhere a baby shrieks.

The waif at the table confides in hushed tones,
"Spice Girls spell failure." I tell them of a
Chance meeting with a Spice Girl when she tried
To get away with murder because she was famous,
But it was so long ago I can no longer remember if
I dreamt it or read it in a British tabloid.

The disasters pile on the table like used napkins.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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