Where is the honey? by @judyannetM

I run on coffee. Steaming hot. Black. Bitter. Snacking my way through life One too many cookies here Bountiful servings of fries here Bars of chocolate there more coffee. You sit me down “Honey, you need to eat You know food? The real kind.” I know. I will do better. But what do I really mean I don’t want you telling me about my shitty eating habits. I want you to leave. Instead we sit here in my kitchen You on the white sinking table Me on the floor leaning…

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