My parents, once again, were right: looks can be deceiving.
Not easily fooled by flash, I have always gone for the underdog. This, a trait I inherited from my father. I remember him, when I was growing up, sitting in front of Sunday football games, always rooting for the underdog; particularly, I remember, the Cleveland Browns. He, a distant armchair member of The Dawg Pound. Why, I wondered? We were not Ohioans. We had no distant relations in this state; in fact, I have still to this day never been there. And, I don't know that my dad has either. I now find that their motto is terribly fitting, and perhaps my dad knew it at the time. A state who believes in All Things. The looks of things, and people, can change -- sprouting up on spouted possibilities.
My dad is dichotomous. Beneath Underdog Breaths is divulged that People Don't Change, quoting recently: “The alligator said he’d give him a ride across the river. And (the squirrel) said, ‘Oh no, I can’t do that.’ (The alligator) said, ‘I won’t bite you.’ So the squirrel jumped on the alligator’s back, and about halfway across, he reached around and ate him. The moral is: man, that’s still an alligator.”
But, alligators can beautify, can they not? I believe that they can. They can file down scales and put lotion on. Yet, I am pessimistic that they will. This dichotomy, it seems, I inherited as well. I hold standards, remote ideals, and yet I dare not trust that they'll be reached. I dare not believe the words -- sweet promises spoken. I am scared of being bitten again; or, worse this time, eaten...
I wanted a potato. A potato with eggs. Breakfast in the p.m. But, it wasn't to be. As I cut open a beautiful red outside, I found grey. Rotting black, eating away at the starchy flesh.
Damnation, in a potato.
Dinner's menu alters. Plans change. Taste something different...
Perhaps, I think far too much about Innards.
Internal mysteries will not quiet. I yell at them sometimes, these questions of secret, asked of me; and I pound in midnight anger as I do on the walls when my Mousy Wall Guests will not sleep.
A "picture of health" a Perfect Potato, is sometimes damned...
...to question, and to eat something different, before it, itself, is eaten from the inside out...
~ A Damned to be Different Dinner ~
Earth Balance "butter"
Sea salt & pepper