Beneath This Minute

Beneath this Minute

Beneath this minute

Are the lies I tell myself

I think I’m okay

No better and no worse

Than others around me

The truth is that I’m both

I don’t read enough

But I read more than most

I’m fat and want to lose weight

But I find myself in a monthly binge

My home is fairly dirty

Justifying not cleaning with painful shoulders

These older years have taught me

None of this matters

I will lie to myself whether I think not to lie

Or whether I think I change to the truth

What is most important in my breakfast

And the tea I will make for myself

I look to the stove and see its on

Heating the water in the kettle

The outside of the kettle is a bit greasy

But the water soon to boil will be clean

I think about what I will eat

And the two choices might wind up

As eating both to my detriment

So I lean into my brain and scream

You don’t respect me Mr. Brain

I’ve now jumped onto the side of the worse

All of this before breakfast

Of either dry something

Or fried something

The third option is

Search the neighborhood

For a pet

To rip its throat

With my teeth

To enjoy my vampire tea

Barry G.Wick