It is the queasy green of uncertainty.
But all of them-
Their hair is perfect and they never miss a beat.
You stand there staring at their perfect feet.
The city lights are green.
The dark night glistens in emerald shades.
You wait for some young man – handsome –
To look your way.
But all of them –
Their teeth are glossy; pearly against shimmering lips.
Their dresses prim and figures thin.
Comparing; sizing yourself up against the size
Of some supermodel’s perfect sides.
That feeling’s lurking in the pit of your stomach.
It is the quavering green of envy.
Jailbreak!
Grab your soul and run!
Envy is a poison that kills and no one
Has ever been an exception.
Father, I need a magnificent obsession.
I have to be fascinated with Your Son,
Because the green is glittering in the corner of my eye
and I –
Must know a love that satisfies.
By Samantha Lindholm
March 9, 2012
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