Chinese Food - An Ode
As I prepare my mind and body to deconstruct thirty-four and three-quarter year's worth of damage done by not working out and eating gar-bahggjjeee, so I can be in my best friend's wedding in July and not make a fool of us all, I find myself torn between being a normal human being who eats healthily, and the monster I truly am, with two Chinese restaurant's numbers saved in my phone above my family and friends.
Life is about balance.
Tonight, I made a delicious salmon, and mourned the chicken lo mein I actually wanted.
The following poorly constructed sonnet is how I've chosen to express my grief.
I know your thoughts are with me.
Dumplings. Sesame chicken. An egg roll.
There is no wrong choice with this deep a love.
But how to satiate and not be a troll?
The will power I have comes from above.
Wedding season is coming upon me.
My love tears me away from rejoicing.
Cuddling with wantons is not to be.
Lest a tent dress, so I'm Sophie's Choicing.
To go to the gym, one must work so hard.
For at my bestie's wedding I will slay.
But Lee Lin has a frequent buyer card,
and headed to work out, they're on the way.
My dedication should not be in doubt,
but from the reception, to-go en route?