Avoiding bread, I never meant to claim
the staff of life is poison or impure.
I’m eating keto rolls, but all the same
I think the bread’s the lesser taste – I’m sure
to like the tuna salad, boiled eggs, and lox,
but morsels made of flour bore my tongue.
They have a gummy chewiness that blocks
enjoyment of the dish. When I was young
I almost lived for sourdough, baguettes,
and seeded bagels, even more than sweets.
Reserving calories for carbs, I’d let
no day be called complete without my treats.
I gave up sugar fifty months ago,
and now I don’t crave any type of dough.

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