A Bitter Eye

I dream that all my life is lost behind me.
It is a tattered movie screen made of flapping bedsheets.
Where did it go?

I eat fruit.
I am not fond of fruit, but I eat it.
I must preserve my health, I think.
I will be old, and there will be no children to take care of me.
If there were children,
I would have called them names like Nyla and Jack,
although children, like fruit, require too much handling.
I don't like to cook.

I've turned a bitter eye on my past.
If I do not love it, I can make it look very far away,
but there is less of me when I do this.
There is less of me for everyone else.
I am an old pie calling her pieces home.
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Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from schmutzie.com, spreads gratitude through the graceinsmallthings.com social network, celebrates quality blogging with the canblogawards.com, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

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