A sea of fears and regrets,
she called her dreams,
to later add that no regrets in her life,
only doubts.
Was she right or was she wrong?

She folded her personality into ripples
of translucent cheap vodka
and cursed all the potatoes
and the sugar of the world.
They made her fat, she said.

She took a deep sip
and then she blamed
universe and nature
that gave her such an elusive body,
obeying its own rules.

Indefinable, she called it
and walked away,
into a sea of fears and doubts.