I'm Starving!

I sit on big plastic cushion With my elbows on the table And my phone out With the tortuous smell And sounds of a sizzling hot plate At the table next to me I scroll past a post With the picture of a child With big eyes and a bulging belly Scrawny arms and twig legs Who would seem even smaller In this now seemingly more uncomfortable seat I feel a pang of guilt When my mother says "I'm starving!"