The Unrealist

Personally
I'm a dim light eater.
And while I have
admired the ones
with rosy cheeks
and sociable dispositions
feasting in the sun
I would pass
all my years quietly sipping
fantasy with laughter as a
rare dessert.

I hide my appetite for sweets
knowing the power should it
ever get free in a frail
structure such as mine.
Thick blankets of cool vapor
protect the birthbed, letting things
stay as I imagine them,
and letting my years go by.