A man is watching me eat.
It is my fault really.
I was taking the first bite
of a tiny, overpriced slice
of Sicilian lemon cheesecake
when he suddenly emerged
from behind the dividing wall
looking like a guy I thought I used to know
and so I glanced up to his eyes
to check if he was/wasn’t who I thought
and eye contact was accidentally maintained
(the fatal mistake!)
at the moment when I
was dragging the fork from my mouth
my little kitten tongue
licking up a crumb
that dared to misbehave
and oh no, he held his gaze for too long!
and even though I quickly looked away
it is now my job to entertain
because how else can I get a man like him to love a girl like me?
I have bitten the inside of my mouth to shreds
because I have been angry / nervous / restless / sober / worried / hungry
and the lemon curd stings the lesions in my cheeks
but oh my god, this cream is so sweet
just like me, just like me
and he keeps watching me
watching me eat
while my brain tallies calories
and my belly feels sickly
but I have to act up
for the man who is now shuffling in his seat
I lick my fingers clean
and uh oh! biscuit in my cleavage!
This base is soooo crumbly and I am soooo clumsy
and he’s enjoying the scene
adjusting the crotch of his jeans
he’s not even pretending to read China Dream!
he’s watching the lone female
just like she
she is so sweet
look at her eat
anyone can watch because looking is free!
but I can also be
like lemon in lesions in cheeks
but the man makes this discovery
a little too late
when I launch the fork at him
and it hits his shoulder
and he says ‘What the fuck?!’
and now he has my bittersweet mess all over him
just not in the way that he wanted.