the servings of worry,
we dine upon.
when fret asks for some condiments,
what tastebuds of afterthought linger?
the heartburn we wanted,
that never came.
to salivating apprehension,
as every next thought.
that uneasiness is always an easy read
on the menu.
and misgivings is
a very special family recipe.
have you ever had
exasperations with fate?
how my mind wants to feast,
but my emotional self
does not want to eat . . .
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