There’s me, playing Mike Mulligan
with ribbons of melted cheddar cheese
and crushed wheat crackers in a bowl of lukewarm chili,
excavating browned ground beef,
kidney beans swimming in cumin-tainted tomato sauce,
filling the waning gaps
of a once slender and youthful receptacle.
Then, Rocky Road for dessert. I deserve it.

Tomorrow, I’ll start eating better.