If I Could Still Eat Them

So many things were lost
many salvaged, almond flour
for wheat, cauliflower for mashers
and now even pretty good white bread.

I still make sausage cream gravy
with heavy cream instead of flour
and we serve it over white bread toast,
spaghetti squash and damn good ice cream.

If I had known when I was eating
two Big Macs at a time,
or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
or a box of nutty buddies in a sitting,
they were gonna try to kill me,

I dont know if I would have stopped
or maybe just enjoyed them more.

I still miss grits, though we have
really good soft flour tortilla shells.

But I would love to bake a cherry or blueberry pie,
or maybe my old specialty,
apple with brown sugar and rum.

At sixty-four, and trying to make it
to my eighties, alive, with both feet
and not even blind, those sorts of pies
like bowling or playing football are things
I can remember, but never hope to do again.

Maybe on my birthday one year,
we will go to the pieberry,
and I will have a slice…