Interstice: The Food Not Eaten (Apologies to Robert Frost)
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To Eat or Not to Eat The author mulling her options _____________________________ |
Two
foods beckoned at the grocery store,
And
sorry I could not ingest both
And
be one dieter, long I swore
And
stared down one, desiring it more;
Would
I not yearn for deep-fried dough?
Then
ate the tuna, offering much less taste,
But
offering perhaps a happier place –
For
a waist is too precious a place to waste;
Passing
by the desired one I have embraced
Telling
myself, “Hell, they taste about the same,”
And
on that day I felt both happy and sad,
In
the snack aisle, no step had trodden back.
Still
I took the first for another day!
Yet
knowing the price my belly would pay,
I
would return some day for another snack.
I
shall be mourning this, devouring a pie,
Somewhere
ages and ages from now.
Two
foods beckoned in a store, and I—
I
ate the one less dangerous, by and by,
For
just today I have prevailed – somehow.
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