There’s no such thing as
Eating one potato chip
Just one
I mean,
You say you
Only want one
But that’s impossible
As soon as you bite down
And hear that
Crunch
You already have
Another one in your hand
Ready to go
With others
Ready to follow
Crunch
After
Crunch
Until your hand,
Covered in
Salt and grease,
And
Searching for
“The last one”
Hits the bottom of the bag
You look away from the tv
In shock,
And look down
Into the bag,
Hoping that your hand was wrong
That there
Are still some left
That you
Didn’t just eat
An entire bag of
Potato chips
When you only meant
To eat just one