Do you ever wonder
if the reason we keep crossing paths around food
isn’t just a bucket of cold facts
that maybe it’s because there’s a conversation to be had
and once we get to a good stopping point
a number to be awkwardly typed in while you stand over me
as I chew on an orange the way it’s done on Animal Planet
saying  “phan” *gulp* “k…you hit me up anytime” 
with a hand
kinda sorta over my mouth 
to shield you
from the sight of a grown man talking with his mouth full 

every good story starts somewhere