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When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.
When I eat healthy
it’s cottage cheese rye crispbread.
I’ll live forever.
My husband raises
African violets, purple
faces raised towards him.
7am could
be midnight. Kids stand on street
corners like hookers.
Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.
I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
Only buy the good
candy because you have to
live with leftovers.
My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.
No pumpkins any
where, except for Wal-mart which
wants ten bucks a pop.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.
Argued over what
candy to buy. She wanted
KitKats. Blow Pops won.
Only quiet time
to read tea ceremony
book is in bathroom.
The new furnace kicks
on, and I rise to the warmth
like yeast bread baking.
My small gift to my
self – a few words at the end
of a busy day.
Every night I
play Russian Roulette with sleep
instead of bullets.
I said I’d be in
bed by ten. Then midnight. Now
it’s one. How ’bout three?
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