food poem

[mcbrat]

I look forward to food so much
Salivating currently as i put down the first bite of my dinner to write this
It feels important to say
It feels like i want to share a photo of my food but have nowhere to put that where i would get empty likes and empty congratulations and empty views
It doesnt feel like a performative interest
Mostly because i dont like impressive food
Well not that i dont like it
But that i dont eat it.
But it does feel performative in that i want acknowledgement
But empty acknowledgement just wont do
It just wont do
It just wont do anymore
Not for my food on my plate
Not for the body that will take it into itself
And not for the body itself that is taken in by others
Empty acknowledgement just wont do.
I LOVE MICRONUTRITENTS
I love peppers and that curly type lettuce and sticky rice and vinegar and smoked tempeh and basil and i love it when they touch eachother and marry eachother
And acknowledge eachother.
I ingest this hot
I ingest this cold
And my body heats it up
And withdraws from it the essence that i crave
And i dont feel this when i eat certain foods, so the unfolding of what tastes good
BECAUSE IT FEELS GOOD
BECAUSE IT IS GOOD
(Not in a value based meaning of good)
Has been such a journey and an arrival and a negotiation and a balance and a
Becoming.
And im so happy to take this first bite that i
Must stop writing now.