I ate too much Pecan Praline ice cream
tonight, spooning it from the deep, white
bowl and into my mouth, sucking the
sweet vanilla creaminess down until
the sugar-coated pecans were left,
then slowly munching them into powder
that dissolved over my tongue, the intensity
lingering like late afternoon love making.
Now I feel bloated and slightly sick,
a distended belly, which I’ve disdained
in others, beneath my accusatory palms. Here
I am, no better than any other slob who
stuffs their face in the heat of uncontrollable
despair, now looking at the toilet from the
corner of my eye.
Charlotte Hamrick 
oo i hate that feeling…where it might just be better to get it back out of you than to suffer….and no we are not that much different…smiles.
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Ice cream is high on my vice list and once I start it’s hard to stop. I hate feeling like a beached whale. Bleeeecccchhhhh.
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love this. the honesty is delicious.
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Thanks, disastress, and thanks for stopping by.
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my pleasure, lovely.
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