sometimes
you look
at a person
and think of food.
chicken legs
for instance,
hot off the grill,
spicy
and barbequed,
or a fat ham
ready to be sliced,
with pineapple
rings
draped across
it's pink belly,
or perhaps,
a bean stalk,
or a stalk of
pointless celery.
giblets and gravy
often come
to mind,
when seeing someone
walk away,
two scoops
of vanilla
ice cream too.
usually
when you're hungry,
this happens.
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