Pounds and Ounces

For National Poetry Month #23

I hate my scale

and equally stubborn,

it retaliates.

Willful and capricious in nature,

it awaits my daily visit

with glee

as it calculates to the ounce

and announces the latest

of my failures.

And despite evidence to the contrary,

(avoidance)

I find myself bound to its

spiteful nature.

Each day a vow,

Each night a curse.

copyright/all rights reserved April 23, 2012 Audrey Howitt. Do not use or copy without the express written permission of the author.