Since I was thirteen and wore a size thirteen
and Mother took me to see Dr. Brooks
and he gave me diet pills, losing weight
has been a primary goal though the goal weight
forever failed to evolve. Thirty-six years later
Three hundred on the scales scared me
andI never saw that again. Ten years after that
I found the solution and got to a size thirteen again
but after virtually ten years in recovery I’ve deferred
to claim that recovery physically, no longer that size,
imagining the scales reading eighty pounds lighter.
If I had birthday cakes the next one would be a torch
with seventy candles. Metabolism, arthritic knees,
dexterity issues in food preparation have upped the ante.
But the promises are mine as much as they belong to anybody!