Mindless bingeing

When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.

Bus stop – daylight savings time

7am could
be midnight. Kids stand on street
corners like hookers.

Trick or treat 6

Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.

Trick or treat 5

I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.

Lost and found

Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.

Trick or treat 4

Only buy the good
candy because you have to
live with leftovers.

Desire

I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.

Unachievable

Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.

Mid-day fix

I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.

Domesticated Eve

An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.