We stopped at Juicy Lucy’s
for hamburgers
on our way to the boat.
I ate mine knowing I was adding
to my figure.
It’s so hard to say no.
So, I just go along
even when I don’t want to,
even when it causes me stress.
I could have ordered a salad.
I should have. Next time I will.
Really. The ketchup squeezes
out and the meat dances
with my tongue. Jimmy Buffett
sings on the radio,
the sun tiptoes across the ocean,
the boat bobs, waiting.
My husband grins
and I grin back then reach over
and wipe away a speck
of mustard from his smile.