It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
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It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
Fever like a sun
burn – every surface blazing –
yet chilled to the core.
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.
To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.
I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.
A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.