breakfast lunch and dinner

she could eat.
that girl could eat.
three squares a day
and a snack or two
with coffee inbetween.
i used to sit there
and watch her go at
it. she'd pop a meatball
into her mouth like
a circus animal.
the plate was
sparkling when she
was finished, taking
a folded slice
of bread to wipe off
that last puddle of
red sauce. she'd
give a little burp,
swig down some red
wine, rub her belly
and sigh, oh my,
she'd say, that was
great. then her fork
would reach over
into my plate, just
a taste, she'd say.
i'm trying to lose
weight. i'm on a
mission this year to
drop twenty. i slide
the plate in front of
her. it's all yours
baby, it's all yours.
but she was fun too.