L'amour de gastronomique

I am so hungry.

Over cafeteria bibimbap and lemonade

You question my choice of lunch du jour

What, you ask, are you eating?

I told you it was Korean food

the orange-y spice mimicking

my explicit annoyance on the tone of your voice

Over stale all-meat pizza and fizzled out coke

I walked around the mall

Poking fun at couples

And the taste of grease

thinking, I wish I just bought

a plate of seemingly authentic margherita

to lessen the disgust

that traveled from my pizza

over to my regurgitating feelings for love

Over a plate of grilled chicken and papaya

I tossed and turned my salad

wishing that I could share this plate

sans the leafy greens 

and packed with more protein

with you and your perennial love for two plates of rice

I'm sure you would have enjoyed this

Over pavlova and black coffee

the cloying taste of sugary meringue

reminded me of your honeyed words

and your love for little pieces of chocolate

How you snuck your way into my eyes

and eventually letting me down

and me running out of caffeine in my system

my heart and my body shutting down

The bitterness of black coffee

washing over my tongue and my mind

Over chicken noodle soup and iced tea

I realized that I was in love with you

And no matter how I try to say that I wasn't

the reality of the overly salted soup

and the fake lemony sweetness of tea

kicks my stomach and stops me from my denial