Fat Boy at the Beach

 For years he would send me pictures of his feet in the sand on vacation in Mexico or Martha's Vineyard

Snapshots of a cheese shop in France, Carpets in Italy, Antiques in Guatemala 

Now he sends me photos of his face 

and his dog's birthday prty 

I guess this is progress 

but I don't really believe it.

Time is running out

 he is still a little boy

 abused and abandoned 

by his evil parents. 

His jowly face obscures his jawline

His brown eyes are holding back a dam of rage. 

 I would not recognize him!

But

We had the same parents.