Musings by The Poet Loriet
A New Diet
Thinking about you,
I keep trying to
drink from an empty cup,
write with a straw,
put my silverware
in the microwave,
leaving my dinner
untouched on the
breakroom table.
After putting the same
empty cup to my lips
for the fourth time,
I had to laugh
at the absurdity...
Now I know,
it's impossible for me
to eat lunch
and think about you
at the same time.
Your name,
whispered from my lips
spares me an inch
on my plentiful hips.
Say it again...
Lori Beal
I keep trying to
drink from an empty cup,
write with a straw,
put my silverware
in the microwave,
leaving my dinner
untouched on the
breakroom table.
After putting the same
empty cup to my lips
for the fourth time,
I had to laugh
at the absurdity...
Now I know,
it's impossible for me
to eat lunch
and think about you
at the same time.
Your name,
whispered from my lips
spares me an inch
on my plentiful hips.
Say it again...
Lori Beal
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A New Diet
A New Diet