Dopey me

I squint
reject sense
decide – yes

Fletcherized fire
on the tip of my tongue
milk chocolate bright
like sunlight sprayed
on a silver car

I dive in saliva pools
I am a hot high
beam at midnight
overdriving I can’t
stop

Later
guilt creeps
swells like a
compost bag
bulging with coffee
grounds and sheared
corn cobs and ragged
lettuce bottoms
it seeps

Ripped apart
dopamine gone
I vow now
to diet.

(Inspired by the Dictionary.com word of the day “Fletcherize”.)

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3 thoughts on “Dopey me

  1. Think we’ll spend the week ahead slipping the word fletcherized (presumably with an s in England) into as many conversations as possible. Lovely poem.

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  2. Was Horace Fletcher an ancestor of yours, Susanne? He would be very upset at your binge, here, and counsel you to his dictum of chewing very, very slowly, a million times, so the actual amount consumed would be very small when your brain caught up with your stomach…an effective way of dieting, I’m told.

    On the other hand, there’s a rumor about that too much mastication can make you blind.

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    • I was unaware of Horace Fletcher’s contributions to nutritional science before learning this word but had a good chuckle when it popped up in my e-mail the other day. For the record, I thoroughly masticated the first bite of chocolate which I blame for the subsequent binge which leads me to the comment that mastication is overrated.

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