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Suppose You Were a Black Hole

Every single act that can be countable presupposes the probability of an immutable singularity rendering moot the point that only one possibility can possibly matter

So it is with diet diet being what you choose to eat So it is with hot dogs and so it is with me

There is nothing in the fridge or pantry that I care a fig to eat and nothing in the food stores and nothing in the restaurants neither that generate a single G of gastronomical pull

Hot dogs dictate my event horizon Nothing else will do Hot dogs plumped and drippy from my toaster oven Sometimes three, sometimes two Lapping over white bread Laced with yellow mustard Washed down with a citrus drink when I have it and when I don’t, a diet coke will do

Hot dogs for breakfast, lunch and dinner though perhaps with dinner I’ll have chips, the kind you find in convenience stores for folks jut in it for the salt and crunch

So coaches, friends and dieticians save your collective breaths What you eat is what sustains you

So I’m eating hot dogs for awhile Eating hot dogs for that extra mile Self assured that any other sack of taste would simply be a cosmic waste

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