food

a girl’s gotta eat,
grow big & strong
food becomes fuel
fired brick oven
i have reservations,
my seat’s set aside
gin martini stirred—
small coin of lemon.
white pressed linens
red leather cushions
polished steel fixtures
scarred marble veins
amuse my palate
gift from the chef
we kindly request:
no sharing allowed
a girl’s gotta eat,
wash away fears
enjoy my choices
wet lips, appetite
taste first with eyes
each flavor distinct:
salt, grit, acid, burn
hungering for it all
the first bite builds
anticipation of more—
a mindless chewing,
my posture softens
i lick your plate clean
it’s been taken care of
have i saved any room?
no, some other time