Cough syrup scented laundry detergent
fans my nose
on my slow jog to a size six.
Past the driveway of my neighbors
that I long to kill, their child-at-play
sign, halfway in my driveway.
One thing quickly decided; my hope in
diplomacy finds me unsteady. It came so
quickly. I long for discord.
"Did you know that 'Atlantic' salmon
is artificially colored?" he panted.
"Its not naturally pink. Its naturally gray. Wild salmon is pink
due to a specific kind of plankton it eats.
But we pretend its real and we eat it
with a blind eye."
Proof that we like our pink, shiny
Loving for reality, a novel idea,
especially for reality-acceptance foot stompers;those damn
preachers of health and real.
Oh bother, I think.
I might just
stomp my foot
and go pink.