Bye Cake, Bye Pie

Then I forgot, I already ate a snack. My fridge knows me by my

legal name. The light turns on like girl again. Bye bread,

bye eye, bye rice, bye eating after 3:00 a.m. twice.

Same face, same brain, just less of me on the airplane.

My pants said no, I said watch me. The button flew

off, now it lives free. Your filthy fish looked disappointed.

Even the scale felt unemployed. Bye fries, bye rolls, bye eating for

emotional goals. Same mouth, still loud, just not feeding a small crowd.