this isn’t the poem you were
this poem is ill-kept,
ill-mannered, temperamental at best.
this poem hasn’t eaten for days!
that glint in the eye shouldn’t be
mistaken for affectionate wisdom
except as it applies to a dinner plate.
are you someone good to eat?
some truth is best understood from
a distance generously paced away.
don’t tempt with rosebud fingertips
giggling through a wire fence.
sampling is mandatory here.