Interstice: The Food Not Eaten (Apologies to Robert Frost)
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.