Advice to Myself at Eighteen:
Quit asking google
how many carbs
are in one inhale
of breadstick vapor.
You
didn’t
even
eat.
Quit asking google
how many calories
are in a pea sized amount
of toothpaste.
Brush
your
sad
hungry
teeth.
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Good one!
I like the shape of your poem that goes from wide to narrow. That last line is vivid and has impact.
I agree with Amy–“sad hungry teeth” makes for a concise nutshell ending.
I smile…