Double Chocolate Chip
Tuesdays are busy with
little time to pack adequate meals
I found myself eating a vending machine muffin
Double chocolate chip.
I ate on a bench in my university’s gym.
Sneakers, running shorts, and muscles waltzed by
In social packs
As I sat
Alone,
Hunched,
Hollow,
Empty,
Eating my vending machine muffin.
400 calories
Pathetic
Crumbs spilling
Hands shaking
Head bowing.
Head bowing,
I found a small moment of gratitude
For the spilled crumbs,
The moment of quiet,
The empty bench that welcomed me
And held me as I feasted
On a vending machine muffin,
double chocolate chip.
I left the bench
Renewed
Thankful
Filled.
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