What does a glutton’s heaven look like?

A ship full of never-ending food, free for the taking,
a chocolate fountain, people to bring it all to you,

time to eat and eat and eat and eat.

What of a recovering compulsive eater’s heaven?

That same ship with a hundred or so of your fellows,

reveling in recovery, sharing in growth, finding a way

to live the journey, to actually experience the stops,

to take risks in a community of your fellows

like climbing up a waterfall, like kissing a stingray,

like finding out who you are, who you can be.

Cruising with the right compulsive eaters

makes all the difference in the world.