The strangest point about 'junk food'
is how disengaged we are when we buy it.
It starts with the speed at which the brain
registers hunger, which is faster than the time
the food arrives, the chips, the fish,
the burger with a fig leaf for a salad.
By the time it arrives it looks hideous,
and our appetite has shrivelled to a point
where without remorse all the buyer can do
is wrap the food up, untouched,
and put it in the nearest bin.
It used to be that we were what we ate,
or watched on television, now we are
what we wrap up and throw away,
where the wrapping mummifies
our shrinking, once swollen, appetite
and preserve it on a landfill site.
