Hot Metal Bridge

Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

When I Finish My Fat Suit


I’ll body-slam strangers.
Half the time I’ll pretend
it’s an accident. The other half
I’ll take a running start & cut
hard into the torso with
a hockey stop.
I’ll feel much better in my second skin.
I’ll be less shy & in control of my
thirty-percent rubber, four-percent gelatin
hand-stitched body—
I’ll invite all the local men
to dig for my biceps,
triceps, hamstrings, &
glutes, shiny with wonder like little boys
dipping their mittened-paws into soft snow.
“Mush!” I’ll yell they’ll & drag me, tied
to the sled, further into the tundra—barking
their secret language.

Jen Stockdale is an MFA candidate at the University of Notre Dame. She teaches writing at Indiana University South Bend. Her work has been published in Salt Hill.