(I am an) OREO junkie

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Every night,

as the dark arrives,

as the shadows glide,

to their perspective flights,

I silently devour;

a gustatory sensation

of this, undeniably,

heaven’s delight.

First, I retire

to the kitchen.

Looking to my left,

then to my right,

making sure that

no one’s there…

I open the refrigerator,

slowly,

expectantly,

yearningly,

hungrily,

like a hunter

searching for its prey.

At last! I saw the prey,

my treasure, my escape!

my consolation

when in depression…

My family is sleeping

in their beds, dreaming

Yet, this is the only moment

I always save for myself’s enjoyment

I tiptoed

through my bedroom;

I tried to bring off

this awaited juncture.

I sat on my favorite

escape chair,

reach for the books of

SPARKS and OG MANDINO…

to celebrate this event

of Friday-night relaxation..

to read and

to engulf;

devour;

swallow;

my comfort food,

my favorite food

in the world…

…my OREO

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