Three days I have been waiting.
Obstacles preventing me from
indulging in my craving.
The TV sends me subliminal messages
over and over.
My mouth waters.
A morning radio show taunts me
with their ravenous appetite
and their petitions to set it free.
My wicked doppelganger on my left shoulder
wins the battle.
“Go to it”
I give in.
The smell is invigorating.
My stomach senses the flesh that awaits.
I tear it open and inhale the aroma.
I sink my teeth like a carnivore starved
and my tongue tingles
savoring the juices of this mysterious victual.
When only one bite is left
I scrape what remains
of the delicious condiment in the box.
I take my time
to relish this delicacy
that will soon be gone.
My taste buds were so mesmerized
I didn’t realize my hair brushed against the succulent sauce.
Maybe if I crave it later
I can just lick it.