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Dinner Isn't Ready Because...

by Ann Krischus

recipes distract me.
in similar ways
i get lost in fantasies
sifting through the pictures
in fashion magazines.

a wardrobe full of daydreams...
are such a sexy disguise.
imagine it, myself within
myself and how some versions of me
exist within me who i may never meet.

so often i blame the
     obesity
since it holds me so cocoon-like.

but tell me please. 
how can i value the butterfly
more than the chrysalis?
i don't know, but i do.
how did i not break
open a version of myself
i've never known?

like looking at a blue moon
or hearing a foreign meaning
for a favorite word
or reading our mother's obituaries...
this body keeps drinking to life
with glass after glass of homegrown lies.

05/01/2007

Author's Note: feedback welcomed!

Posted on 05/01/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ann Krischus

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