Eating at the Local Café

Across my plate, I see greasy strings of cheese
Restricting my meal
Like the web of a spider.
Throughout the noodles, under the sauce
The fork penetrates.
An oozing squish is heard.
Under my chin
Lying before me on the table
The meatballs rolled with care
Glisten with oils.
I edge my chair closer, as the waiters rush by.
Moist sauce sparkles, catching sunlight on its surface.
I’ve lost my appetite.

(Written by Sian-Amy and I in our creative writing class)