i breathe in
hold my breath for 3 seconds
which seem like years.
i step on the scale.
i haven’t weighed 159 since year 2000
life was so much easier then.
my nonna was alive.
cooking pastina on cold days after
i would take her to mass.
a glass of wine would cause us to laugh
at just about anything.
life was easier at that 159 pounds.
my mother was alive.
her monthly trips to my new city
with cooked pasta al forno
tarrale with fennel seeds
was the only reason i believe
that i graduated with a Master’s Degree.
i step off the scale
wearing clothes just a bit too big
starting the day without them.