I Just Don’t Want to Stop
I hold the knife in my hand.
Take it easy.
Carefully, I push the knife forward and down.
Exercise some self-control.
At first there is some resistance, and then the knife cuts through easily.
Just a little cut.
One more cut, and then I slowly lift the piece out, still a bit cool from the refrigeration.
It’s a lot bigger than I planned.
I sink a fork into the corner and tear away a bite-sized piece.
You know you don’t have to do this.
Hesitantly, I bring it to my mouth and close my lips around a mouthful so sweet it makes my salivary glands swell.
I won’t eat the whole thing.
Before I can even make sense of it, my plate is empty.