When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.
Mindless bingeing
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When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.
When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.
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.
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.
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.