wake up in an empty bed
go into the bath
where the moldy tiles shiver
and the mirror laughs
at my body
as I quiver
when I step on that blasphemous scale
that insists I’m this weight
I appeal!
Oh! whatever
maybe if I **** out the *****
from last night I might flush
a few pounds
from this belly
I grab a towel
it clings to
the rack in disgust of the thought
of it being wrapped around
me like cellophane
then I go in the kitchen
to get some much-needed coffee
and spot me a few dozen ants
that are surrounding a crumb on the floor
as the cat’s about to pounce on
the bug **** I think of my English muffin
that’s burning away in the toaster oven