When Good Cholesterol Goes Bad

Make me new. I am as lonely as a butter pat at a fat free lunch. Slather me on your
toast, spring me across the room into your best girlfriend's hair. Make me jelly. Want
me.

Or curse me. Discuss me, my bad LDLs, my poison, the sin and ruination of your sex
life and self-esteem. Excoriate me. Decline me in my solitude with rolled eyes and a
sneer. Pass me on. Devour me in secret later.

My heart is an erratic, unbeautiful thing.