Interesting that the word "die" is inside of "bodies"
I Roll Myself like Dice, Praying that I Lose
When I consider what accumulates
as time erodes the universe, I poke
the herniated fat that grew from plates
that should have held arugula or póke.
Like a fat horse on the carousel of day,
I spin through hunger cycles. No more talk!
I can no longer justify the way
I grunt upright and wobble when I walk.
And so I learn uh-uh, and nah, and nope,
do chin-ups, sit-ups, avoid Reese’s Cups,
and toss myself at the dartboard of hope,
and swallow myself–wolf that eats its pups.
I whittle down my body with this knife
because the dice say die. I starve for life.
Subbed in Reese’s Cups for Buttercups.
Last edited by Tony Barnstone; 12-18-2023 at 08:31 AM.
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