It’s Too Late

I taught a roommate how to binge on food
when I was 17. We walked around
and cycled flavors with an attitude
that we’d amend our ways and diet soon.
As old as 58, I even skewed
to overeat once more before a shift
to moderation, ceding to a mood
rebellious. Such a plan now years confound –
by reflux, bloat and rapid gain endued.

(Magic 9)

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