Cravings

I am possessed by a savoury craving

dominating my every thought, telling

me to have something salty, or,

is it spicy – no it’s salty.

My concentration has gone from this conversation

as she talks comfortably about the day.

My eyes must look like they are walking into

the back of my head searching the pantry

for liberation from this yearning,

but when did I last look in the pantry

and are my eyes vacant?

Yesterday was my last foray for food

and since then more has been added.

Marvellous treats must await me in…......

her narrative has stopped,

her look tells me to be aware,

as I panic for a reply.

“Eureka!” is my response as I dive into our

larder to forage for an Oxo cube.

Boiling water in my favourite mug,

a cube now dissolving, I sit down in contentment

puzzled at her furrowed brow.