Dinner Isn't Ready Because... by Ann Krischusrecipes 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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