“It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field
“It is everything, the wet green stalk of the fieldOn the other side of the road.”
On the other side of the road.”—James Wright
Three weeks ago, I hit a weight-loss plateau. In spite of this failure, I stuck to my diet. On Sundays I leapt from bed, ran to the scale, and stood squinting down at the tiny numbers rocking back and forth. I saw no change. Still a buck-eighty. Today is Sunday. It’s 3:00 AM.
Four months ago, I weighed twenty-five pounds more than I weigh now. Over three years I climbed up forty pounds from one-sixty because it’s so simple for me to eat rice, cake, and potatoes. Those are easy to swallow. They dissolve and thin out. When starch gets wet enough, I can drink it down. Left to my own predilections, sans any sense
