Sat the Fat Girl Daughter of Virginia and Ray 

Lydia Ascending
Her opalescent skirt’s scalloped edge a lacework of golden bees
Buzzing, humming, bearing her toward heaven if there is one

Skee-Ball
Soldiers over-rolling
They are vibrating with grief
Unwieldy
Spilling from barracks
Stumbling from latrines
They never earned her

Still she rises
Moon halo
Fertile with stars

They never earned her
She was benevolent in her sadness
Resigned to those
Who did not recognize her

Could any of them have known
What a young woman is worth

—Viatrix Curry

Seed: "Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray"

Source: “Donald and Lydia,” by John Prine

Viatrix Curry is an artist and writer who lives near Lake Erie. Her poetry has been published in Belt Magazine, Blue Monday Review, Empty Mirror, and This Volition.