May 6th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Out Of The Closet

Out of the closet
and back on to me,
my clothes, long abandoned
my waist, a piggy.

Three and a half weeks
a game of abstaining.
Fifteen pounds evaporated.
Ten still remaining.

Slimfast for breakfast.
Chicken for lunch.
Nothing for dinner.
Well, not very much.

I live in New Orleans
and how it works here:
You must budget in
for liquor and beer.

A tasty répas,
fitting end to a night,
an hour in a bar,
my jeans not so tight.