hot dog

all day
people look and stare
at you.
they see how you fist
your chest
and burp.
they know what you've
eaten.
the bright yellow
stain
screams mustard
along your once white
shirt.
the relish you brushed
off,
but the mustard
stayed. forever.
they are jealous
people.
them with their garden
salads
and unsalted
nuts. their cod
and flounder, carrots,
cut,
still hungry.