food is not love

Food is not love

Though lack is at least indifferent

And violent

Which is not always a contradiction

Food is not love

Though it is life giving and

sustaining, like love,

Necessary, but not fulfilling,

It can be confusing.

You can get seduced in the confusion,

stirred into the same steaming pot.

A lick of swirling goat cheese

melting on a crock

of winter squash soup/a lovers salty sweat…

But I digress.

We deny

Our need

For love

(and it is so impractical.)

It is unattractive, this neediness.

We are enured to its constant call although we pursue it relentlessly.

Not food.

Food is attainable.

Food is finite.

Love is a lack of barriers,

Not boundaries.