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
(1/13/07)
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