Photo by Emarie Majors
my wristwatch ticks
its hand taking sips
consuming
like a straw, slurping each second
the seconds go by
and i
find my mind
occupied with divine thought
and by mind
i mean belly because
man, as we know,
as the Good Book has shown will surrender, say,
a birthright
for the right bowl of stew
will war for a morsel
will fight for his food
and who can blame him
who can preclude his expensive appetite?
and woman, in wisdom
trades familiar for fruit
she leverages agency
in godly pursuit
and perhaps in hunger
for a forbidden, sweet sagacity
so i, with voracity, find
full-bodied permission
from my fancy for flavor and human condition
i find biblical reason
to be feminine, shrewd
to declare admiration
for the sheer love of food.