Sandra Brennan Poems
|3.||Shopping For Men On The Internet||9/9/2006|
|5.||Click Of A Door Closing||9/2/2006|
|8.||Scars Still Bleeding||1/10/2007|
|10.||Mormons On Bicycles||9/10/2006|
|12.||On My 40th Birthday||9/2/2006|
|14.||The Big Picture||10/4/2006|
|16.||On The Demise Of My Greatest Lover||3/13/2007|
|18.||Voted Nicest Girl||9/2/2006|
I read an article on aversion therapy
And decided to give it a try
Everytime you cross my mind,
I replace that thought with broccoli.
So now I've been thinking about broccoli
24/7 for well over a week now,
Enough so that I could write the
Worlds first, all broccoli cookbook,
Enough so that I wouldn't be surprised
If my brain was now green and resembled it.
Enough so that I don't think I will
Ever want to eat broccoli again.
And the funny thing is that now,
Everytime I open the freezer
And see that half used bag of frozen broccoli,
I was doing my good deed for the day,
I only had to deliver his meal,
Give him a smile and a prayer,
Then walk away, job done.
But when he opened the screen door,
He had the look of someone who
had spent to many hours alone...
To many hours thinking about the
Tricks life can play on a person.