Eat Life

i am always

jealous

of bright, shiny

futures

of sparkling

nows

and sepia

yesterdays

descriptions of things

get me and

elicit

Pavlovian salivation:

Venetian glass, hammered copper

French knots

appetite voracious

so unbecoming

a lady

i know i could not

eat it all

but would not

mind dying

of the effort.