View From A Sit-up

View From A Sit-up

By John R. Greenwood

January one 

Inhale

Exhale

One more year

The cost of Christmas cookies comes to collect

In the pre-dawn hours

Winter’s cruelest month

I lie breath-full and wish-less

All summers hard work 

Washed away in a sea of confection. 

I wrote this on New Year's Day, the same day I vowed to lose ? lbs. 

I must have put the truck in reverse?