Weighing In

You have the power
To make or break my day
You square, heartless ogre
Lying in a dark recess
Of my bathroom floor.

Gingerly I place one bare foot
Then the other
On your cold, gleaming surface
Waiting for that number
That ungodly number
To glow in your digital eye.

Usually, I step off grumpy
My score undeserving
Of my goodness the past week.
It’s a rare day
When I can celebrate.

It’s an injustice
I have to endure
For something has to keep me
& my low metabolism in check
Ensuring my pants remain
Easily buttoned.

But this morning
F.U.
I’m savoring that steaming cup of coffee
With real cream
Munching on that sumptuous cookie
Laced wth butter & cinnamon
& laugh all the way out of the house
Brushing the crumbs off my coat
As the screen door
Slams shut behind me.

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