Whispered Wanderings

Resist them, I cannot.
Every time I buy some
Every single time
Something in me snaps a little and
Eating them becomes automatic and is so very
Satisfying.

Please don’t judge too harshly though,
Even though I know they’re unhealthy
And that’s putting it mildly – honestly, when I’m stressed out,
Nothing compares – nothing! Even when I have to hide them from myself
Underneath my desk, so I’ll stop eating them before I get sick, and do this
Time and time again.

But still I do not wish to be dissuaded, from this
Utopia, melting on my tongue… not
Today, certainly not
Tomorrow, and probably not
Ever. At least, as far as I can predict!
Regardless, my favorite guilty pleasure they remain.

Can anyone else truly
Understand my delicious
Predicament? If so,
Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Piece?)

klm
2/3/24