Family Tithes

Hello again, Guilt --

so nice to have you ravish me again

this time over non-fair-traded, non-organic,

pesticide-laced, non-shade-grown coffee

with milk from a hormone-force-fed

factory-farmed non-free-range cow.

Hell, it was blizzarding.

I know, enough of excuses.

But anyway, so nice of you to drop in so frequently, like today,

when at the first nanosecond of Spring,

I plucked a single cherry blossom which,

yes, will die.

Big G: how I adore you:

so ever vigilant and slavishly attentive,

just like your deliciously cloying first-cousin, Blame.

Copyright Julianza Shavin 2008