Big Robin is a deviant. I know
because she tried recruiting me, between
her messy bites of lunch: she loves to go
to latex orgies. Then there’s meek Christine,
who never eats with others – she’s complex.
She closet binges nightly, by herself
in secret pleasure. Robin’s having sex-
by-four while Chris takes in a pantry shelf.

They’ve each a hidden disability,
emotional but no less rich for that.
Unnecessary secrets grow to be
like plaque in arteries, systemic fat,
or clotted cooking grease. It’s clear the key’s
resist the urge to swaddle old disease.