Sugar Cravings

A gecko scampers across the ceiling

It’s a wonder to behold how his tiny body contradicts gravity with ease

I watch, back flat on the bed

Head so heavy, I can hardly lift it from the mattress lip

The gecko starts and stops and starts and stops his frantic scurry

No rhyme, no reason

I love to be so unpredictable

Perpendicular as horizontal is to vertical

I admire you, little gecko

For your flighty agility

But while you chase mosquitos’ shadows

With unmatched focus


I conjure sweet treats with my imagination

In this body of lead

Who’s really free?

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