An experiment.
Make all foods permissible,
eat without restrictions,
grow the Green Light Food List.
I attempt to trust my appetite.
Craving peanut butter cups? I eat ’em.
As many as I want,
which is a LOT
before it sinks in,
I don’t have to consume them all now;
legalizing Reese’s removes their power.
I crave crunch
and green and fiber. With protein perhaps?
Um, salad . . . maybe with shrimp? Fuck yes!
and a Reese’s chaser if I’m still feeling it.
Ah the rush of figuring out my fuel.
Astoundingly, my body
knows just what to do with food,
runs reliably on real meals, sluggish
when I won’t nourish with care.
My body,
more wise than I imagined
if only I can learn to listen.