by Linda   Feb 7, 2023

Think, chew, next.
Sauce, chocolate, cheese,
crunch. Ah, yes.

I’m not full.
Fast, to the fast food.
So anxious.

Mcdouble, mac sauce.

I’m hiding
all my evidence,
my secrets.

I’m bloated,
my sweater hides it.
I’m not full.

Twenty small
chocolate candy bars,
almond milk.

Stomach hurts.
I still want nachos.
Queso dip.

In the car,
nacho bel grande.
Two tacos.

The regret,
the food lost flavor.
Eat to eat.

Eat to stop
the nameless feelings
eating me.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Koan

    I used to have exactly the same "experience" same habits...
    Now Im a KETO guy doing intermittent fasting.. lol Too old to mess around with junk...
    Enjoyed the read, thx!

  • 1 year ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Even at 73 I relate to this poem.

    • 1 year ago

      by Linda

      Keep the Prilosec close! ((hugs))

  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Just posting to say I feel this in a thousand ways and I've been there too many times to count over the last decade. It takes a toll on the mind and body and spirit, and can feel impossibly lonely. You are heard <3

    • 1 year ago

      by Linda

      <3 thank you

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