Selfie, Day 1
Self Portrait as What I’m Having For Dinner
You are what you eat, and tonight I am hungry for hunger. I have been too full these past months: a new pinot noir from the neighborhood wine shop, two helpings of Whole Foods macaroni-and-cheese, a small cherry pie carved up and eaten square inch by square inch, sorrow. Tonight I am steamed broccoli and curried channa that comes in a pouch I put in the microwave. Maybe if I can ease–again–that ache where waistband meets ache, I can ease–again–the clutch of my father’s fingers on my confused heart. There is still a piece of chocolate, the last till a party I may or may not get to in two weeks. A little bit of sweetness to end the year. Please.