poem Im not hungry

I\'m not hungry

You notice my plate
and ask the inevitable
\"You not hungry?\"
No, I whisper in my head,
I\'m just not eating to scorn you.

Barely hidden contempt
surfaces in such ways.
You never see my subtleties.

Again, an inevitability
\"Are you ok?\"
\"Of course I am\",
I reply by rote.
As if I\'d tell you anyway.

Are we so different?
Can\'t you see the signs?
It makes me wonder...
How can we be related?