having steak at home

i convince myself

as i cut into the sizzling

rib eye that

i could eat a steak

every night of the week.

and potatoes.

and bread.

and salads and a dark

chocolate mousse.

i could eat that every night

for the rest of my

life and not be bored.

not stray, not look at

another man's plate.

it's how i think of you.