awareness

begets

perception

begets

attention

 

as i sit in

my

apartment,

pregnant

with

beer’s

baby,

it occurs

to me…

like the

orange

mountain

range in

my

grandpa’s

painting, i

am

beautiful

and

fleeting.

and that

any of the

words in

this poem

from this

point on,

are

nothing

more

than my

own

vanity.

so

shame

on me.