IT'S NOT GOOD
To keep potato chips and chocolate in the house
even when you are a trustworthy person,
and the chips are for the ski lunch on Thursday.
What acknowledgment of the ancient need for salt
made me buy them?
Was it PMS, guilt, the need for the clerk’s approval who
was stocking the snack section?
Or was it the feeling of comfort and security,
that if something bad happens, ( like nuclear war,
an earthquake, a sleepless night,)
at least I have chips and chocolate in the house.
Barbie adds, "My goal this week is to come into the moment unencumbered."
