Autumn
Autumn’s renewed affection to arctic Winter ends her adulterous summer affair.
Eerie embers of an eloping summer enchantress echo while Autumn is stripped of all ornamentation and exposed to the frigid air.
Immersed in intoxicating spices, she sees innuendos of intimacy intertwined with inhalations of insipid iciness.
Overtones of oaky odor accompany Autumn’s fall as she obliges all of Winter’s whims.
Unfrocked, Autumn uncovers the ugly truth that she is unable to return to her sweet Summer.
Goalie
Sweaty palms and heavy breathing,
I am enclosed in 8 yards and 8 feet of net.
My heart pounds as if I am running, but I remain utterly still.
In this state of hyperfocus, I cannot rejoice in the goals we score.
I can only see the ball rushing towards me.
Protective gloves and pads lessen the blow, but I feel the sharp pain as it hits my body and throws me to the ground.
My body has betrayed me.
Once again it has left our goal unguarded.
So much mental preparation and practice, yet still I am no match for the right kick.
I crouch, heaving in fear that this goal will cost us the game.
My mind whispers the truth,
I am defeated.
A Spring
Moving majestically to the bottom of the mountain
Mumbling in a minor key
Accompanied by the froth of a fountain
Bouncing, boisterously and briskly
Babbling, bubbling, and beckoning for a ship
to sail through dreams as I inhale
Beckoning me to take just one sip
Of that saccharine sapphire fizzy ale
Gluttony
A chip and a hopefulness that this will be the comfort my starving soul needs.
A bag and a numbness that does nothing to quell my growling body.
A carton and a compulsion to continue feeding my soul even as it is drowning.
The race has begun, but I cannot see the finish line.
I am the only competitor in this self-indulgent and tasteless race.
Only one more chip to finish the bag.
Maybe a few more.
It’s hard to tell what will put an end to this ravenous, revolting famine.
Such emptiness comes from this fullness.
l wait for the comforting pain of my stomach finally constraining my greed.
I wait for the acidic taste of guilt and shame.
I wait for the shakes and sweats followed by exhaustion.
I pray this exhaustion will be of food and not will power.
I pause hoping the compulsion will end and this binge will be done.
Just one more chip.
Questions and comments I have received about my twin boys
1) Are they identical or are they paternal and have different fathers?
2) Is one technically older than the other or did they come out at the same time?
3) Good luck today...actually good luck with the rest of your life
4) If they are identical, why does one have longer hair than the other?
5) I have always wanted twins. What should I do to get pregnant with them?
6) My friend has identical twins. One is a boy and the other is a girl.
7) Twins run in my family too. My mother’s, brother’s, wife’s, cousin’s, aunt is a twin.
8) Why did you choose to have them at the same time? I would have spaced mine out a few years.