Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I've been making a concerted effort to eat healthy, which means making some big changes regarding my relationship with food. I've been told by others who have walked this path before me that soon, my taste buds will change and that I will no longer crave the sweet foods that I love. Well, I'm not sure if that's ever going to happen to me. I find myself dreaming about donuts. Seriously. I have eaten maple bars in my dreams for the last three nights. And don't even get me started on my cheesecake dreams. During the day, I may long for forbidden foods, but at night, they haunt my dreams. So, in an effort to get them out of my system and in response to readwritepoem's topic of the week, here is my ode to maple bars:

Donut Dreams

I like to see them
lined up like toy
soldiers or a band
on parade day:
rows and rows,
columns and columns
of processed pleasure.
Then my eyes pace
back and forth as
I inspect the troops.
I skip over the sloppy,
careless quadrilaterals
with spotty frosting
and choose only the
responsible bars
dressed in thick,
evenly applied
maple uniforms,
tops gleaming,
ready for duty--
to be chewed
alive and to die
somewhere on
my stomach
or my thighs.

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  1. Very entertaining, I like your description of the responsible bars...

  2. Glad you enjoyed it, Crafty Green Poet. I had a maple bar craving just this morning...