Surrender, Binge, Purge

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.

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