'cause it reads ten pounds high.
Why can't it be like mine
and perpetuate the lie?
That the holiday good eats
didn't settle on my gut
and melted off my hips,
legs and butt.
Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
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