A Fun Tryout With My Dear Sweet Lady
eating an apple
the only language i know now
eating an orange
the only language i know now
eating a banana
the yuckiest inevitable change i am continuing to make
eating a salad
it is sad and not funny what high blood pressure, atrial flutter, and three heart procedures can do to the mind once set
i think i will try to make one of them there smoothies
i think i will have a rice cake or two with it
how about a trip to the farmer's market
how about an excursion a grocery store, the whole foods version
the places that i am passing by has my stomach growling like it's 1980
what i would not give for what i used to eat right now
my mind's tongue can taste it all
my dear sweet lady, my savior, now a makeshift nutritionist (who knew),
sees the signs like an ace of bass cassingle and holds my hand
i feign laughter and curse her internally for i want no smoke today
i just sigh like watching jai alai
then, like the True Blessing that my dear sweer lady is, she says 'let's have a taco salad today'
newly encouraged, i reply 'how about a healthy shrimp burrito'
no answer, just a sweet rolling of the eyes
we eat four shrimp burritos each happily ever after
we'll worry about the charmin and the plunger when it all comes......out
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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