My Favorite Spoon

It was what they call in the South," An ice tea spoon". It had a long stem and a pefect little scoop that made me feel as if I was eating the " just so" bite. Just so right in tiny calories , Just so powerful in controlling that out of control life.

Cold

I was always cold from the inside out. The freeze that came from my body devouring itself.
But the real cold was the still, deep kind that always said," More loss coming- you can't starve it away."
I still feel that cold.