Little Debbie

    For Carol

 

So I’m in the office with Kevin McCarthy

(no relation) sitting in the side chair by his desk

and we’re talking business, and I must have been

out late the night before and skipped breakfast,

Because I’m really, really hungry,

and there’s this Little Debbie snack cake

 

on his desk, and I’m getting a little

distracted by it , and thinking about it

I realize that I've been seeing it there

for some time, there's actually a thin film

of dust collected on the cellophane

so it’s probably not something Kevin

 

has a specific intention of eating any time soon,

so I ask him, “Are you gonna eat that?” 

and he says, “Why? You want it?”

and I say, “yeah, I’m really hungry,”

and he says, “It’s been there for some time,”

and I say, “How long you think they’re good for?”

and he says, “Probably forever.”

 

Now I know that Little Debbie snack cake

isn’t really going to last forever,

and I know that I’m not going to last forever either.

But I also know that I’m going to love you

till that snack cake is no longer edible or I die,

whichever comes second.