Monday

chewy the chip

I have a frito in my pocket, that I call chewy. Its been there for a week, maybe a month, perhaps longer. I don't want to eat it, as I might be hungry later. If I threw it away, I'd be throwing away a bit of food. A single frito isn't worth much & its not very filling, but still when the time comes to nosh, I know I wont be the one to go without. Crunchy fresh or chewy stale - a chip is a chip. And this is one chip I'd like to hold on to.

Ode to a friend, my chip named chewy

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