Thursday, March 2, 2023

I ate enough for two to three....


...every day since Thursday.

Snacked on bites of pie

several times each day.

At least three bags of corn chips

chewed & swallowed, too.

More than once I tell myself —

Go make a big green salad!

Then hand myself

a French baguette & creamy brie,

it having warmed on the counter

all these days & nights, starting

off moon round, then slowly carved

into this crescent.

My self and I discuss a walk.

    A refreshing saunter in the woods

nearby or the lake, various venues

come up often.  

We send signals

back-and-forth all day.  

The one who feels the guilt pretends,

even now, she’s getting ready. 

Just needs a bit more time.

And the microwave hums then beeps.  

gravy & rolls hot again.

A shame to waste the food.

Besides, the damage has been done.

Now the dark inhales the day

so no way am I going out.

Tomorrow for sure,  I swear to the

mirror and the mirror smirks back.

Too many promises have been made,

a quilt of them, bright and patterned, 

every sort of fabric sewn together

with faith in us, even in the liar.

Because this mirror 

has been surprised. 

We have amazed ourselves before.





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