Midnight a day ago
is why I take those little green pills.
I snuck downstairs in the dark
and pulled a knife from the drawer,
and sliced into
a green apple.
I gave a little morsel to our dog.
The bitter juice
didn’t bother me a bit.
Then, I turned on the oven.
I sat on the floor and waited
for the heat to take hold, and I saw balloons,
confetti, and streamers.
I rocked back and forth.
I was throwing myself a pity party!
I put my face in my hands and
cried,
cried,
cried,
and stuck the pizza in the oven.
I sat and watched the scene surround me,
with the shifting shapes. An orange inflated
to enormous size,
and shrunk back again,
hovering for a moment.
The lights flashed like UFOs,
whizzing in and out, so unfair.
Our kitchen turned to jello
and bent back and forth like a wall
of water that surrounded me.
The pizza was ready.
I took it out, cut it,
chop chop chop,
and ate the entire thing.
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Submission Name: On Unhealthy Living
