you knew it
from the start of this:
buttered bread is
buttered bread;
someone's just
charged you double
for the gauche
decadence of
all those extra vowels—
charged you
triple, perhaps
for a charred,
pockmarked carb
and a fat source
that won't flow—
charged you
probably
quadruple, in fact
simply as a test,
not of hunger, but
of credulousness.
And, due
to the sunk cost
of this one small
indiscretion, you
have paid them.
Now, looking back
from a certain,
detached,
well-fed viewpoint,
one could
rightly ask:
which one of you
is the asshole?
