it's 11:11, make a wish

it's 11:11, make a wish

pleasepleaseplease

the cravings say. 

you want brownies 

and favor; 

check-marks 

like so many insects, 

their needle-sharp legs

poking your skin.

pleasepleaseplease

say it to the clock's 

sullen gaze. 

look for anything

to fill the negative space.

it screams, 

so devour 

until your stomach 

is distended--

the waistband of 

those discount jeans

biting deep. 

pleasepleaseplease

lay out to dry

until all the red 

bleaches softer

to the blush of happy faces,

their lips parted; 

just

stay still 

and

let the possibility come--

oh

pleasepleaseplease, 

won't you give in?