Is it greedy of me
to keep inhaling
until I burn my fingers?
Am I overindulgent
if I break my fast
to share meals with my family?
Should I care too much
if the numbers on
the scale keep creeping and climbing
up and up?
What spirited vines;
Does it matter if there’s a little jiggle now
in my thighs and around my waistline?
Does it make me too selfish
if I
ignore calls and texts
for my own peace of mind –
and is it stealing if I take
a few extra minutes
for solitude, to realign?
Have I done this so very wrong
everything came out right?
And why is it I always question life
when I’m just remembering to live it
while I’m drifting
at night?
Kayfucius 