Caterpillar
Fluttering snowflakes force my cocoon of sweaters and layers
of baggy cloth. My holiday gluttony hides
well beneath last year’s discount rack of thread. I ponder the pursuit of spring with all
things skinny and new and realize, it is time to shed some of my comfort. If I ever wish to be the bronzed fashion mannequin
I once was I must be willing to lose my skin.
So in pursuit of my Paris runway tomorrow I must now peel away the thick
canvass of warm wool and couch and trade it, for tight dry fit cotton and exercise
sweat. Spring is coming and I am ready
to be the Monarch, the butterfly. I am ready to dawn the robes of this years trendy
money drain.