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.
nearby or the lake, various venues
come up often.
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.
