You do not mean to betray me.
Yet, you continue
counting the calories in your margarita.
Carefully, you pull back the transparent wrap
covering your plastic tray. Its contents:
all organic, all whole-grain. Clean.
Standing before the mirror’s smeared glass,
you smack your stomach into place,
pull in your ass, try to carve an image
who bears every last secret privately.
Try to [...]
