A strand of hairDappled with light through the window
Crack the rind
Droplets cling onto me
From the water in the basin
Through my hands, up on my sleeve
Expose me in the reflection.
Malingering from the inevitableSplinter of thoughts pace
Habituated to find a reason
From an inventory of escapism
Into tomorrow’s convenience.
Oodles of euphemisms present
For the fidgeting mind
To pick and choose from a platter of illusions
A Quirky vegan tangy tale! Braised for the toothless
Removes shucks in a momentary solitude
Revealing vices left in the skillet for long
Refusing to die
The flaming ember wrings my wrist
Burn my fingers.