Sweet 2006

Finally!
The year it all becomes clear!

A new bag
and a smart outfit is what's needed.

The body feels human again--
an ounce of strength will go a long way.

That and 32oz of water every 15 minutes
until the bug flees the body in a tidal wave
of hot urine.
Maybe it was the sip of wine?

So much for dieting;
the New Year began with a bite of
fake strawberry poptart
and a sip of nasty coffee.

A dia-rama is due for Spanish;
projects saved for the last moment.
Viola strings untouched.
Speech exercises down the drain.
Cadoo would be more fun without the word "secret."

Spin class and yoga on Friday nights
sound like torture;
the WS200 turns into a Lit class &
everyone will know.

No plans to bail out yet though.

Close eyes, lay back flat.
Float down the stream; pythons are friends.
Tan.
Enjoy the rhythms of the water.

To beat nausea:
in a dark, cool room,
eyes closed and body curled,
imagine a string with a small square sponge
tied on the end
lowering down
the esophagus,
soaking up acid.
Bring the string slowly back up. Discard.
Repeat.
Then sleep.


2006,
Bring it.