too much

they give you too much
food these days.
the dish is filled,
overflowing
with pasta
and meatballs, bread and salad.
a bottle of
wine.
the oil poured in a shallow
dish.
more pepper, the waiter
asks?
lifting the long pepper mill
above the table
to crank out
a shower of black specks.
dessert? sure, why not.
you can hardly move
at the end,
barely able to get
your wallet out of your
back pocket
pocket to pay
the bill. please come
again,
the girl at the front says
as you waddle home
to sleep it off.