she’s wearing something
ugly — it makes her look
fat or worse (much worse)
like she should go
to a gym. i don’t tell her
anything, i just smile
and hope she doesn’t
eat anything with gluten

she says something to me
about the color and
the material — i wasn’t listening
she wasn’t fat,
and it wouldn’t matter
if she were — but that dress
was all wrong and that shade of
— sickly (ate the wrong thing)
puke, it wasn’t flattering

she left, i left
i looked in the mirror
and realized — my god
this shirt is ugly