An Unbalanced Diet

a jaunty angle

after 12,

i was drunk

on plastic papaya pickle,

honey-glazed, ginger-finger-smattered,

i needed

sleep

but wanted you

as simply as my blanket blue.

 

did i dial

13 incorrect times

the correct number?

should i feel unprimed

that you slept

right through

what keptย me awake,

painfully inchoate?

should i resent

your balanced diet

and wish you

raw-papaya-sticky-finger nights?

P.S: Linked as a Real Toad to the Imaginary Garden (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.in/)

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11 Responses to An Unbalanced Diet

  1. Mary says:

    I love ‘raw-papaya-sticky-finger-nights!” Smiles.

  2. Grace says:

    I don’t mind an unbalanced diet once in a while, but I do admire people who keep a balanced and health diet the whole time ~ Don’t we all wish for a blanket blue, food is a comfort after all ~

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful words with Real Toads ~

    Happy day to you ~

    (aka Heaven)

  3. Margaret says:

    i needed
    sleep
    but wanted you
    as simply as my blanket blue.

    Loved that. honey-glazed ginger… is there anything better?

  4. Oh, yes…the hunger…you capture well a “sticky,” situation!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. I trip through an unbalanced diet at times….My hunger lately has been for the written word….I never get my fill it seems. ๐Ÿ™‚

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