Foreword: I was hungry.


I am hungry
Can I eat you?
Oh dear, that came out wrong.
But you just look so delicious and you have
no idea
How much I'd like to bite into you
Right now.
When something is truly delicious
Nobody can resist it
(Maybe a saint could, but I'm
Not a saint, and I wouldn't want to be.
Too boring.)
Anyone will like it
No matter what form it is in
No matter what you add to it
That's you.
And this is love. True love.
I could chop you into smaller pieces
So the seasoning seeps in
into every cell
Or I could keep you in one piece
(Though not with your jacket,
it's brown and dusty and way too tough to chew)
Until I finally take the first bite.
I am so hungry
It feels like I'm dying
I swear I'm dying
So please,
Can I eat you?
Baked, boiled, mashed, fried, diced, roasted, or even mi~cro~waved~ if I'm short of time
Isn't glorious that you
Are a potato
And I
Have you right here on my plate?