a night with hagen daz

haagen dazs tub in left hand, huge spoon in right hand,
comfortably nestled on white sheets, back against trusted pillow,
right hand digs in, spoon to mouth, noisy tv in front of me,
and voila, tub empties.

a feeling of sinfulness and fattiness,
a teeny weeny tinge of loneliness,
this is it, my solitary sunday night