It was

a mango flayed to its seed, a styrofoam box
with mounds of mashed potato. There are
such wonders sometimes on the sidewalk: 
a plastic knife and a melting tub of cream
cheese beside an everything bagel, pristine 
and unmarked by teeth. Amid the thickest
growth of leaves, the insides of ripe figs
spill out of themselves. A ransacking,
a feast, a drama enacted offstage or 
just out of earshot. If I feed you a TV
dinner, will you stay and tell me 
about all the books I haven't read? 
The loneliest food I've ever seen was one 
saltine cracker drowning in a bog of soup.