a gallon
of ice-cream in the house,
or a bag
of cookies,
Halloween candy, forget
about it.
i have the discipline
of a child,
or a small
dog left alone
with a bag of trash.
my hand,
against my will, can't stop
grabbing
another bite
until i find
the bottom
of a bag of chips,
or box
of Oreos, until i scrape
the last
scoop of rocky road
from the tub
before me.
resistance is futile.
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