Thursday, January 15, 2009

Breakfast Poem

(Ode to Oprah)

I am so sick of starving myself
counting points, I only get to
eat twenty three, writing them
in that Weight Watchers book
from that boring weekly meeting
I don’t go to anymore

The Buddha said, if
you are hungry—eat,
if tired—sleep

I am sick and tired
of worrying about
my weight. I’m hungry
for olive oil, butter and

bread.

Pumpkin

Muffin

Cheese

Chocolate

Biscuit

Gravy

Mushroom

Omelet

Potato

Cream

Cocoa

Enough!

I am going to eat.

*composition in progress

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