I love food...

...too much. It's not much of a confession, but my voracious appetite does somehow feature in my life. This poem is about an incident that happened a few days ago. My parents must've seen a lot of bargains at the supermarket and bought over twice as much food than the fridge can handle.

Consider the bewildered look upon mother's face

as she stacks the pineapples, the passionfruits, the mangoes,

and father's raised eyebrow when deciding

which of the eight bags of salad

is best to eat!

Consider the fate of the strawberry and summer fruit yoghurt pots,

chilling in the shelves, slowly pushed to the back

of the fridge, like disobedient children,

told to go to the back of the room

by ice cream teachers.

Consider the fate of the custard pies

that beg to be eaten, winking

seductively at hungry faces

and red lips flushed

with hunger.

But most of all, consider the destiny of a boy,

whose will to eat is overwhelmed

by the sudden force

of providence.