i will still be fat in the morning

my house will not

be free of dustbunnies

and no closer to millionairehood

then the night before

i decidedly resolve to

remain unresolved

my heart is complicated

and at times my thoughts a

bit twisted i don’t always

make wise choices my scale &

bank account attest

the environment will not be

saved by my sheer will alone

and i have no idea what a

pilates is least of all the difference

between it and cutlery i am

a middle aged mother of a

school aged child who just learned

that boxes can be X’ed and exes

can be relied on for things mundane

and unsorted i like converse but

prefer pumas and if left to my own devices

would exist on soft baked cookies,

hot toddies, greasy chinese food and

novels where the heroine is constantly

blowing shit up

this me that i am took 4

decades to decode and i’m

just learning that there are lines

between the lines i read

so no i won’t be making any

midnight promises not tonight

instead i will sip in this new year

with my head under cover so as

not to hear neighbors shooting cannons

and showing off assault riffles scratch

that cause some shit has to change

and i’m just the station wagon driving

woman to do it

who’s with me?