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,
He carries an umbrella if there is
More than a fifty precent chance of rain.
If it pours, I just get wet,
And stomp in mud puddles for good measure.
He thinks his words out carefully
Before he ever opens his mouth,
Where I am ruled by emotion and say things
Without thinking at all,
Then find myself constantly making amends.