Food

Food
Above the nauseating
sandwich-smelling bag
Food
I type the scream across
another page and gag
Food
I caught you staring
as I glanced across the aisle
Food
You watched me writing
We exchanged a knowing smile
Food
You chatted with your friends
Too young. Too energetic
Food
You couldn't help yourself
Your face apologetic
Feed away
Take all you see
and write of it some day
Something in that look of yours
betrays the fact you may