The Disappearing Slice

M and M made a pie
and delivered a large slice
to my door,
rhubarb pie, my favorite,
with the most luscious crust,
the filling spilling gently from
the sides.
problem was that it was
for both of us and S was
not there.
i ate my half.
he didn’t know how
big the slice was, how could
he know that he was getting
way less than half.
i wanted more and the
slice became thinner and
thinner
i knew he would appreciate it
since he has a sweet tooth
but wants to lose a few pounds.
i ate the tip of the last slice
and wondered if it might be best
to eat the whole thing and just
not tell him that we got the
pie at all.
i sat down to think about
that for awhile and the pie
disappeared.

it sure was good.