he tells me, rubbing his Buddha
belly
as we sit
in the coffee shop.
there's
cream cheese on his chin,
which i point
out to him.
yesterday i walked one
mile,
he tells me,
without stopping,
and didn't snack between
breakfast
lunch and dinner,
except for some thin mints
i bought from
the girl scouts.
tonight i'm having French
fries and
chicken wings.
then he points at my bagel,
and says
are you going to finish
that?
no need to waste things.
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