Hamburger blues

I remember a time when
burgers fitted my hands,
feeling all warm and snugly
in my palms, Remember
that sense of fullness and well-being,
when I'd swallow the last bite.

But as of lately,
the burgers have shrunk and
I now hold them gingerly
by the fingertips,
afraid of them crumbling.

A few bites and it's gone,
leaving me neither full nor hungry
enough for another
and I wonder,

are the hands bigger or
the burgers smaller?
But either way it barely matters,
for I still toss in bed at night,
cold, restless, dissatisfied,
thinking about how things used
to be.

A tragedy of growing up and marketing trends.