Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Paleo
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Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…
Vague tomorrow is
malleable until tempered
by the here and now.
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.
Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?
He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view