NOT SMART

This day has long been coming
and should have anticipated
in the months, weeks, days
that preceded it.
Now, the toll has been taken,
the die been cast.
I have outgrown my smart car.

Between the rodizios
the salad bars
the all-you-can-eat buffets
and the sweet sweet cakes
available at Grandma’s house
I am no longer in the position
to drive with such fuel efficiency.
My car is overloaded
I am supersized.

With the ability
to travel the city with ease,
and dine where I please,
I’m not half the man I used to be
and have folds and rolls all over me
from what I consumed so heartily.

It’s no longer a good fit:
my lifestyle
and my profile.
Living so large does not work
when attempting a smaller footprint.

So I have to give something up.
For the time being,
it’s economy.
In the days ahead
I will simply have to carry the weight
of my gluttony.