the wait

I've gained
twenty pounds,
she says
on the phone
as she crunches
down on a
potato chip,
and not
in good places,
so I won't
be able
to see you again
until I lose
the weight.
can you wait
for me?
can you resist
your tom cat ways
and be patient
as I push
away that second
slice of pie,
hold off on
the pasta and
bread,
the chocolate
mousse
and crème
brulee?
are you still
there?