A rare event – I must’ve gotten high,
for suddenly I’m craving food right now.
I limit carbs a lot, and also try
not eating when I’m fasting. I know how
to almost-Keto dine until today –
I’m nearly overpowered by the drive
to load a baked potato all the way,
and let this potted self-indulgence thrive.

Instead I’ll sit in my upholstered chair,
and read six paragraphs before I doze.
I used to think a nap a waste of rare
time off, but I’ve obtained what aging knows –
a spate of rest in comfort is a gift,
I write, as my attention starts to drift.

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