Funny. I look at the picture of cake, pie, cheesecake…
the spread laid out today at the Country Club…
and it actually doesn’t look too tempting.
But try telling me that when it nabbed me at noon!
Not that I ate any, but just that it wasn’t the same,
the routine desserts they set out each week I’m there.
And on the same table with the coffee!! It called my name
but I declined to accept, to yield. All I took from that table
were two cups of coffee and a picture. I emailed a friend,
told her temptation was yelling, planned this poem,
got to the point the speaker started and it was rude
to get up and grab a plate… and walked away to tell my tale.
Sometimes something suddenly calls. But though I’m compulsive,
though I’m a sugar addict, I have the ability to stop, to think,
and to do the next right thing.