aren't you,
the woman
says to me, as i push my
groceries
onto the belt.
she slowly
rings me up.
you buy nothing sweet
anymore.
i see no sugar,
no cakes or pies,
no bags of chips, sodas,
or ice cream.
no french fries.
no vegetable oils,
nuts.
just steaks,
and meats of all kinds.
eggs
and butter.
bacon.
how long do you think
you can keep
this up?
we'll see, i tell her,
then point at her triple
chin
where a glop
of jelly donut
is trying to roll off.
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