my fingers lift weights with the largest spoon in my utensil drawer <br />it is deep, like a drowning smile <br />long slender neck, like a model's <br />& <br />I push it toward the bottom <br />of my pint sized dinner companion: <br />a half-baked dairy explosion fusing <br />cookies and calories <br />peanut butter and acid reflux <br />chocolate, crunchy and silky <br />the milky reminder of my stomach's <br />self-diagnosed lactose intolerance<br /><br />Aimee Herman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-to-the-bottom-of-ben-and-jerry/
