Carol's Poem

Cherries are not my favorite fruit
but I will eat them because you say
they're good for me.
I savor each bite as my teeth
tear into the flesh
and let my tongue playfully fish out the
seed inside.
And as I pretend I actually like this,
smiling as you watch me eat
red berries that grow on trees
I am waiting for you to leave
so I can fulfill my dream
of drinking milk.

Astigma

If seeing is believing
Then my astigmatic eyes refuse to believe
Those horizontal lies you tell.
It's not that I'm unkind
or wary.
It's just that your words stretch out so far
That they no longer register
And all I can see
Is that which stands upright.