fighting temptation

Summer at Walmart 

Summer in Phoenix. 

They catch a break at night. 

We don’t catch a break at night. 

My thermostat is set at 68 

Every night. 

So much humidity. 

With any “luck” at all, 

(More like impeccable mega-planning)

This will be my last summer 

In Dallas, sweltering. 

I wanted low carb pie so hard. 

The toddler /ego/ reptilian brain

In me threw a fit and started 

Hostage Negotiations. 

“If you give me the pie...

Then we’ll be happy and start fasting. 

Just this one time. 

One last meal. 

Come on! Please!”

“NO!” said I,

Rather emphatically. 

“You / I / We

Said that last time. 

And the time before that. 

And before that. 

So no. 

Be gone.”

And I had 3 sausage patties instead.