You weren’t around
to help me eat,
so I had to go it alone.
No one to push me
but myself.
Using the fine China
loosening the belt
bellying up to the table
and using the tablecloth for a bib,
I dig in.
So much to choose from,
but some of each
certainly fits the bill.
The list grows,
the stomach swells.
This weekend, I choose gluttony.
And I’ll be paying for it later.