Ritual

[dmawson314]

she has a love/hate relationship
with the bathroom scale.
she loves to stand on it,
but hates what it returns;
a number that somehow
holds more power over her
than any compliments
her friends can give.
she is held in a
compelling thrall
that completely decimates
logical self evaluation.
no digits in all
the rational number set
are more influential
than those that surround
her translucent rosy toes;
this morning ritual
has become almost hourly
and no matter how badly
that damn thing makes her feel
she can’t tear herself away
from its maniacal face.