1 hour ago
Thursday, June 2, 2011
I am bad. Yes. When I know certain foods bother my stomach, I still manage to suffer from lifting them to my mouth. Especially sugar. I have managed to stay away from baking too much, the gluten and sugar, and even have a cake sitting from the weekend I will dump in the trash (after hubby eats one more piece tonight).
So while the plumber is running the dishwasher, fixing it, my stomach churns along...
Also, my contribution to Thursday Poem Share over at Jessie Carty's...
A stomach churns from last night's
empty box of sugar babies laying
‘nutrition information’ side down next
to the couch, near the back patio
hidden from husband’s view, his
wanton mouth, but conveniently
at cravings reach to the addict who
grew up on homemade pies, cakes,
and candies waiting on counters
kitchen and coffee table, hidden in back
bedroom drawer where a father would
share his stash if you were quiet when
he drank while watching television, or
napped on weekends when mom was
in the kitchen cooking as we rode
bikes down to the local Dairy Queen
for ice cream and Jan’s Food Store
filling our pockets with penny candy
back home, one by one, we begin to
feel the sting of what our parents called
the family curse running from generation
to generation of not being able to eat certain
foods; sugar, dairy, and beef, but I cannot
help myself I Buy Sugar regardless.
I doubt I would publish this one, except self, so I will leave it up!