Invisible Women

Continuous Women 5

The woman down the hall is fat. She’s nothing but a bucket of lard, only larger. Much larger, and she’s got skin that folds over itself, forever hidden. There must be mold and mildew in those pockets of skin and flesh that never see light, and in those pockets, there must live these little creatures who recycle all that perpetual sweat and stink. She is a virtual ecosystem, this gross woman down the hall with all her lard and all her skin and all her stink, and strangely, we want to explore it. We want to claim it as our own, if only we could find an adequate place to stake our flagpole.