Monday, February 28, 2011

Violence Of The Sun In My Kitchen





I opened my refrigerator door.
My refrigerator yelled, “You fat pig!”
I closed the door and shuddered at the dig.
But I was hungry so I braced for more

and went in again. “I will not ignore
that roll of fat above your pants! Zaftig?
Fat! Calculus, geometry and trig
couldn’t count your calories, sugar whore!”

I grabbed some veggies and a chicken breast
and shut the door. There is a roll of fat
bulging above the waist of my new pants.

Lean meats. Fresh veggies. Healthy fat. This quest
is my odyssey—return to abs flat,
to silence from refrigerator rants.





















1 comment:

  1. Hmmmm that "roll" don't look bad compaired to my fat belly...
    But, I have snacks talk to me all the time saying "eat me"...

    ReplyDelete