The Food Bully

Do you set your table?

I do,

sometimes,

often.

Knife right

with the stronger hand

fork left

stabby stab.

.

Getting the table in order

is sometimes

a slam

slam

and other times

an artful

devotion of time.

.

But barring those,

there is taking

the pot

onto the table,

grabbing utensils

and shoving the contents

right into my mouth.

No time lost

with more dishes.

.

My fork scrapes

the bottom of the pot,

This is probably why

this course of action

is not many’s ideal.

.

Even slam slam

is better.

.

~

.

I need to get my life in order

and like one of those mothers

who yearn for familial closeness,

I too plan and execute

dinners like plays

where I want all the audience

to be in attendance.

.

For each day,

a catalogue

and for each meal

I shop special

at multiple groceries

across the city.

One alone

can’t feed me.

.

If I am solo

I might scrape,

the bottom of the pot,

I might not even,

eat at all.

What’s the point,

without an audience

to cheer me on.

Why should I even

bother?

.

I am an artist

with a knife gripped

in my strong right hand for sawing

and a fork gripped in my left

for stabbing.

Watch me set the table

and eat my food.

One thought on “The Food Bully

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s