Our habits are eating us. Like this
a bowl of Bavarian Raspberry
Chocolate Chunk ice cream
we ate until only the spoon was
left. Yet, nothing was tasted.
So TV off. Shoes off.
Pavarotti on. Hold tight
because we're gonna spin fast around the chair,
slow around the couch
to “La Donna è Mobile,” and though your nose is crusted in snot now,
it remains perfect.
From our spun center, the wall is
blurred by the lamplight swirling
into a painted sunset
cast upon waters trembling cerulean
and amber. Burst and spin
until the beating pulse is the
and we fall dizzy to the
floor. Now watch the ceiling whirl like clouds
trickling from soft flakes to
Tiffanie Desmangles lives with her husband and two young
children in West Lafayette, Indiana. She has a background in psychology
and has worked as a social worker for nine years, working to help those with
serious mental illness stay in the community and out of the state
hospital. A recent graduate of Warren Wilson's MFA Program for Writers, she
has work forthcoming in The
Ledge #33 to be published in 2011.