Embittered, weary of living,
An acre of sand in your shoes,
A hatful of indifference
Trying to cover a sky-wide broken heart?
It’s nothing that a warm croissant
With butter–the butter is important–
I like to peel them like a fragrant onion,
Each new layer steaming with new beginnings.
Eat it very slowly and imagine your nemesis
in ill-fitting granny panties,
a tuxedo jacket and lime green leggings.
Don’t you feel better?