I eat a box of white chocolate Easter eggs
absentmindedly
like a cow eating grass
chewing
but thinking of abstract
cow things
and the thing is
I’m supposed to be a vegan
and I don’t even like white chocolate
so then I make a detailed chart
of all the yoga classes I will do next week
to displace my small
but shameful crime
except it’s a holiday
so I can’t start until Tuesday
which for some reason
makes me crave toast
which I eat with extra butter
vegan butter
but still.
I wonder about those cows
and the sparrow who keeps on looking at me
partly suspicious
partly offended
do they know remorse
that quiet humiliation of acting out
in private
or is it the curious prize
of humans alone.