hopping off

the scale, i
decide that
i want to eat
more fruit, but
i can't. i prefer
cake. the donut,
the scoop of mint
chip icecream.
the melon or
berry just isn't
working for me.
my taste buds
have been to the
other side of
the grocery store
and they refuse
to go back. so i
waddle past the
apples, the pears,
those fine ripe
peaches and grapes
and put my head
into the cold
clouded shelves
of haagen daz
and find comfort.
and then there
are the wet walnuts,
in their tiny jars,
and the chocolate
sauce and cherries
sticky in some
wonderful cherry
goo. and whipped
cream, of course.
as an after thought,
i settle on
bananas as my fruit
of choice today.