Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Trenching Her Indulgence

While she’s in the dungeon below,
torturing her foolish body,
streams her half hour daily workout
from trainer to phone through Roku
to tv,
I slip
into the refrigerator freezer,
retrieve
the double fudge 'Moose Tracks',
her faux 'Mackinaw Island', ice cream
and sit at the kitchen table,
pull that lid off
and let humidity
that she helps produce
soften the blend.

I roll open the silverware drawer,
select a spoon, sit and listen.
Weights with sleeves slide
on lifted bars, collide with iron,
mid grunts,
as her trainer yells instructions.

I use my instrument to ply within tender
cardboard, draw down even
the level of the sweet, churned fare.
My son slinks past and I knowingly wink,
as he removes
one of her peanut butter, chocolate chunk cookies
from the big box store container.
I cringe because he is not as stealth.
But, her ears must be consumed
with a body's regret from neglect.

We consume a timely dessert together,
clean up with time to spare.
She’ll know something is missing,
but not just yet.
She earns her guilt after
she arrives back from her work.
I'll have a devilish grin to share, then.


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