my willpower has become
a fraction of what it was—
my sweet tooth is now
much greater than my resolve—
and the laboratory reports
that my blood glucose
no longer measures in
milligrams per deciliter—
but in sugar cubes squared
sweets
Refined
Candy is sugar that’s all dressed up for the party.
Seasonal emotions
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.
Flaky crust happiness
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am
Midlife midriff
Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds
— and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart
— I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.
scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris,
There are actually eight
It’s a sin to waste chocolate. It’s in the Bible.
Once upon a thyme
Desserts are the fairy tales of dining — a happily-ever-after to supper.
Splat!
I don’t cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day.
Sweet sleep
A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.
Sixty-nine degrees
bliss runs wild with the breeze today—
this moment a delicious autumn cake
frosted with october’s dulcet bouquet—
worries let serenity breathe and play
while sweet nature gladness partakes
Sharing secrets
True love is letting someone else eat from the carton of ice cream you keep hidden in the back of the freezer.
Assault
help please police help
everywhere i go
chocolate’s being a’salted!
But seriously. Knock it off. Leave some of it plain for those of us who prefer our chocolate without condiments!