Alberto Rios

As if It Were Him

El peso me quiere, she said to me,
Her grandson: Weight loves me.

We laughed, but, she said, no,
It was true. Wanton creature,

After her husband
Died, she had let it into her.

She had said yes, and yes again
As if it were him. Yes,

A confetti of yesses
Spinning her kiss to kiss.

Weight loves me, she said,
Where no one else will.

We are intimate under my dress.
It knows the folds of my skin.

Excuse me for saying so, she said—
Remembering for a moment

I was too young, but her happiness
Enough to make good of it all—

I am in love with this man
All over me.