they weren't happy today .
they all felt it like a funeral .
forcing me to take a bag
not a paper plate
squinting at my choice
taunting and saying
what , how to create
one said my stuff looks
like an elephant and
then she was smiling
at the wall of females
she fails to feel the
moment . mine was all
on the plate , not dried
and smelling of blood
do they not feel the
taste of snow on their
plates at lunchtime
when the sun rules
people bunch up
like hyenas sniffing
the half-dead body
scared to bite a piece
seeming too exotic .
scared .
what if they die .
looking at sushi
talking about kiwi
talking about kiwi
talking about kiwi
my cheeks went red
as if i was loosing
virginity in front
of the male audience