I am not the meat. Not the plate.
Not the condiment or garnish.
I am not the cake. Not the wine.
Not the amuse-bouche or the cheese.
I am not the menu or the napkin,
the candles or the fork, the side-slung
curtains on their rail, the city lights
inaudibly shimmering. I am not
the first bite. Not the aromas.
Not the bread-swiped gravy.
Not the licked finger or carton
of leftovers on the table.
I want to be the meal, but I am
able, only, to be the hunger.
J.I. Kleinberg is an artist, poet, and freelance writer. Her poetry has appeared in December, Diagram, One, Otoliths, Pedestal, Psaltery & Lyre, and many other print and online journals worldwide. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and at chocolateisaverb.wordpress.com.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.