The Box of Chocolates

My favorite kind…
truffles with nuts.
Where can I put them
so that I’m not tempted?
All day I think of them…
visualizing the neat brown rows,
tasting the indescribable flavor.
If I eat one,
I’ll eat two.
No, three, four, the box.
It’s easy.
As soon as I’m finished
I will hate myself for hours.
It’s either obsession with deprivation
or gluttony with guilt.
Next time
please bring me flowers.

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