Cherry turnovers sit invitingly on the frig
and I can't help but think a cup of good old
calcium in a glass would wash down flaky
doughy crust quite nicely.
And, yes, I'm well aware that it's 11:38 pm.
And that I'm 245 pounds.
And that this will go straight to my
boobs
butt
belly's up anybody?
But I don't care.
Because I'm beautiful just as I am
and cherry turnovers are a special treat
and I've no plan to waste my life wishing
I had
I could
I would
I did
when, unfortunately, I didn't.
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