Apocalyptic snowfall

paints the road

of our cul-de-sac

with tragedy and logic

A delicate brushstroke

paints my toenails

so I can stare at them

between chapters

In the morning

I forget to breathe

cream cheese paints a bagel

with flavor and texture

“The world is ending”

Belts over the phone

I take care to smile

At least one honest smile

An open package

covers the carpet

with packaging peanuts

waiting to be tossed

As the radio

reveals a guilty pleasure

I wiggle rose-colored toenails

and swallow the last bite of bagel


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