Salt Craze

Food issues bring odd stealth (not obsessed with broccoli inexplicable phobia of brussel sprouts) It's potato chip indulgence pandemic binge eating supersedes duty to diet Label my needs selfish (after all, self control isn't freedom!) Existential angst Potholes of dire health Craving: Sea salt potato chips - a tide leaving stretch mark traces My shadow now Alfred Hitchcock bloated (abandoning hope of waist line laudable) Companionship ceded to bulging bags of potato chips finger tips that weep salt (I try to brush it off, but succumb: 'JUST LICK IT') till crumpled bags curl in sighs Facebook support groups sought ('who else shares my salted existence?') More sublime than on-line naughtiness Conspiracy Theory: junk food sellers wilfully target my email! You Tube influencers influence, NO - inflame cravings that boast an 'R' rating Self Discovery: I can jog and eat salted chips at the same time Sweat pants absolve my sins, perfect deception and are dazzlingly stylish Post pandemic goal: re-locate to the garden grab an apple juicy bites eat indecently and ignore the snake. Poem composed: March 6, 2021 (revised May24/21) Contest entry: Salt Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco