I don’t think anyone has asked me

Why I love feeding people my food

But I go on to tell them

When you accept

What I dream about

And take a bite of the energy that breathes me alive

It’s like finding out I’m enough

And the conversation that got me there is right in your hand

And the person I want to tell the most is holding the news to their lips

As the whisper of my truth sticks on your teeth and is dripping down the left corner of your mouth

An unfamiliar feeling, I am seen