Imagine zero carbohydrate meals…
I couldn’t eat so easily; the seeds
and nuts, the beans and berries – these appeal
ahead of meat. My satisfaction feeds
on salad, almost every afternoon.
I don’t adore fried chicken, want a steak,
but I’m a whore for cherries, and I swoon
for avocado more than coffee cake.

I gave up being perfect long ago,
and recently forsook apologies.
Now I’m reducing carbs, but so well know
my taste I’ll fail if I’m confined to cheese
and meat and eggs, or even shiny fat –
my tongue’s too tuned to tart to live like that.

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