The
phone in there, its mirror is an image, but the reflection is a missile. The food
is speaking, it screams obscenities, it is irresistible. Once so skinny or
saturated by muscles where vanity ruled as penultimate; this absolute insanity,
those graveyard magnolias, while eating pork in a catacomb. Upon a weeping
bench or gnawing a mirror while such dismay by those curvatures: steak with
hangovers, or breakfast over Alfredo, while an incessant ringing. Such helium appetites,
or heaven-hell hips, while this mirror is pure illusion. To die softly or live
valiantly after potatoes with gravy while damning vegetables; or a shake for
lunch—apricots and strawberries and pears—this pure sugar rush. Our garden filled
with pesticides our brains in reaction or our bodies as provoked chemicals. This
interior mirror if but one last meal if but our wretched deception: beans with
rice, or ham-hocks with lard, after neckbones and biscuits. This agile phone
this wrenching curse while one is forced to answer. I remember Del Taco, those
chili cheese fries, plus, a potato and steak burrito—heavy on the chipotle sauce.
This dear curse, this remorse in sin, while transgression tastes so sweet. But a
winsome burger, but comely creams, while a man is an architect of cardiac
arrests. Those terrors in foods this terrifying mirror or this horrific phone;
to listen in sheer panic, to sweat sweet syrups, while bulking in unflattering agitations.
This pudgy face or vowing to lose weight while invested in self-sabotage. Indeed,
a pack of cookies, a pint of cookies & cream, plus, two burrito-supreme(s).
This phone-vest or this mirror-ocean while attached to fried foods: ¼ pound of
bacon, as nothing intrusive, followed with eggs and sausage or biscuits with
lasciviousness; a man so critical, as to decode existence, while fileted over gnarms’-mirrors;
at treacherous infernos while steeped in orison to arrive at a sensitive wager;
by zephyr aromas to induce sensory with the desire for a plate of pork-chops;
this dear displeasure, this dearer curse, where Love seems disgusted!
