Canvases

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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