Eating is My Solitary Sin

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Groundwaters Publishing, LLC

Volume 6 Issue 4
Page 22

Sitting up straight at a fancy dining den
I follow all the genteel rules.
I coyly refuse, just pick, say when –
claim to be full and hope it fools.

For someone who eats like that
in my mind’s ear I hear
them ask, “How come she stays so fat?”
That they’ll find out is my big fear.

What thin folks don’t realize
is that, unobserved and engrossed
with pizza, spaghetti and garlic toast,
for a spell I forget to fret about size.

Of the Seven Deadlies, it ranks about three.
I’d prefer any day to indulge in
lust, wrath or even greed, yet, its gluttony
that holds and enfolds me in sin.

Eating Is My Solitary Sin
By Jean Marie Purcell