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.