sometimes i wonder…
what i was thinking…
you are clearly out of reach…
and, i am obviously out of touch…
with the reality of this situation…
the fact that i allowed you…
to get to me…
to get inside of me…
penetrating, my most vital of organs…
bypassing all of my armor…
because, i wanted you…
i beckoned you…
“comest thou hither”…
defenses worn thin…
like eggshell or onion skin…
cracked wide open…
contents frying…
up in a pan…
yellow, bubbly goo…
those bits and bites…
salty and peppery…
seasoned, just for you…
lie upon a plate…
at your seat…
at my special, celebratory table…
seemingly, untouched…
left far behind, wasted…
cold, hard, and grey now…
yucky, nasty scraps…
fit only to be had…
by a hungry dog…
empty shells…
dirty pan…
that is all that remains…
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kristen weigand
old enough to know better and young enough to do it again...vintage camera user and collector, photographer, poet, beatnik, traveler, writer, blogger, explorer, adventurer, beachcomber, always ready for a road trip and a travel companion.
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