You and I have had our days.
I’ve shoved you into jeans,
You rebelled out the top.
One too many muffins for my taste.
And I like muffins:
I know I earned you.
Sitting at desks too long,
Excusing myself from walks,
Indulging in a few muffins instead.
I really like muffins.
Banana is nice too.
We’ve hated each other often.
And we need to talk about sounds
You make when I try to run.
You don’t need to say anything.
Please don’t clap either.
Please shut up.
But you did do a thing worth something.
You bore the brunt of two pregnancies.
Three babies made you their home.
That’s not nothing, I suppose.
So, fine, thank you.
I’ve learned to love you.
Don’t get excited though.
I will still widdle you down to nothing,
As long as the motivation holds.
Muffins are tasty, useful.
Not terribly sexy though.
Gwenna Laithland is an independent journalist, humorist, and freelance writer in Oklahoma. She writes contemporary sci-fi and is working on her debut novel, Beyond the Sky.