it was a treat that

bag of chips to

be savored

eaten over days shared

with friends but

once i heard the crinkling

paper and the tear

of the foil vessel that held

those crunchy chips once

i felt the whisper of air

as it escaped that bag

of chips

once i smelled the

potatoy saltiness of

that bag of chips

once the first chip passed

my lips i knew and

when my greasy fingers

scrapped the bottom of

that empty bag

i made a familiar treaty

with some unknow being –

never again