the food i throw
away on a daily basis,
yes, of course i do,
guilt is my go to emotion.
i was raised catholic and
pounded with the notion
that children in India
are starving.
my mother never left
the neighborhood, so
how would she know
what was going on in Delhi.
i just don't like leftovers,
whether i made them,
or they're from a restaurant.
the cost of the meal
makes no difference either.
i refuse to be seen
carrying half eaten food home
in a Styrofoam box
with steak and peas rolling
around, getting cold.
kung pao chicken,
the grease coagulating
into a fatty pudding.
the white rice
turned into glue.
maybe if i had a dog
waiting for me, i would.
but i don't have a dog.
and even then, i might
spare him too.
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