you read where
food has become the new
sex.
a substitute for
love
and affection.
the éclair,
the lobster in
butter,
the chocolate
mousse,
the fish blackened,
the steak
rare.
it's safer
than
being in love.
no one leaves.
no one breaks your
heart.
room service for
one, perhaps
bread
for a start.
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