i'll never eat again after that meal

after

a big meal, 

meat , fish, pasta, bread

and dessert,

plus wine,

we both swear off

food

and drink

for the rest

of our lives.

we shake on hit, tapping

our bellies,

loosening

our belts.

i'll never eat another bite

of food,

i tell her,

for as long as i live.

me either, she says,

although i catch her

an hour later,

eating

an enormous pretzel 

in the bathroom,

that she had

hidden in her purse

from when we strolled around

Central Park.