food poems

you write too much
about food
she tells you, why
is that?
are you obsessed
with food?
what would you
rather I write
about you ask her
as she scratches
a bug bite
on her long pale
leg. I don't know
she says. but
I'm always hungry
when I read
your poems about
food. ah ha, you
say, perhaps,
sex, then, instead?