There's chocolate ice cream. Dark chocolate ice cream with dark chocolate chunks. It's name brand. And it tastes delicious.
The first bowl after dinner was great. It made feel fuller than I was before. I wanted to go to sleep. It was a busy day for shut-in me. But I couldn't. My body wanted to but my mind didn't.
The next two bowls were for pleasure. It had been about six months since I had it. Cookies and cream, butter pecan, mint chocolate chip can't compare to chocolate ice cream.
I became worried. I won't tell why. It's personal. Too personal even for the poetry book.I lost the feeling in my legs and in my arms. I drank ginger ale to make myself feel better and cried in the bathroom to let it all out. I ravished the leftover rotisserie chicken from dinner too. I watched videos until I feel asleep.
The next morning I was awake and yet still tired. I ate ice cream. I deserve it. After all this anxiety, I deserve it. I ate ice cream. No one can tell me otherwise. It felt good. It felt great.
But the tub's almost gone and I'm not sure when I'll get it again.
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Poetrya book of poetry from a person who doesn't know how to write poetry. cover by @WORLDCRY
