At Night, I Want It. By Morning, I Don’t.

Every night, there are foods I crave.

Mostly spicy and intense ones.
Gopchang—grilled beef intestines. Pasta.

If I eat them, I fall asleep quickly.
The next day, I always regret it.
The number on the scale goes up,
and waking up becomes harder.

“I’ll definitely eat it tomorrow.”
If I tell myself that and go to bed,
at least there is no regret.

The strange part is this:
the next morning,
the food still comes to mind—
but I don’t want it anymore.
The night before, it felt urgent.

By morning,
the desire is gone.

A big betrayal of the brain.

And when night comes again,
it starts over.