A logical sin
A logical sin, I have committed:
For red velvet called my name
or was it devil’s food that
spoke a comforting word?
I sit upon the lonely linoleum
having my cake and eating icing, too.
By the way, I don’t feel better.
Author Note: dealing with irrationality
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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