Friday, April 16, 2004

Pepper
Burns my mouth, my throat
And I wonder..
Am I descendant of camels?
I take another bite
Eat away at my dieting plans.
Orange, yellow, clear
Set me free from all those calories.
It takes a bite
Eats away at my mass.
I hope it takes a chunk of myself
With it
Down those long, winding paths to freedom.
Fish heaven.
It eats away at my enamel.
On fingernails,
Porcelain,
Nonexistent teeth.
And my ever-so-guarded heart.
Of course it has enough acid
To eat right through me,
The walls my daddy gave
To compensate for break.
I take yet another of my reverse bites,
Reverse meals.
I’m only
feeding the poor submerged, lost alligators.
I'm only
Providing camouflage for the lost love of perky children.
We take another bite,
Me and my coping.

*bettie* at 3:30 PM