Acquired Tastes

I give you me on a platter

warm, fresh, tender, sweet, savory, close.

All the flavors and decadence in spoils

at your very whim…

but you drive to the nearest buffet

grab a clean plate, and fill it to the brim

with Tuesday’s best.

And there I am, left on the counter.

To grow cold, and hard, and rot

having been dressed and primped to

perfection for you.

Still not enough to keep your attention.