That scamp says don’t skimp
or tamp down desire, go limp

with lack. She grabs for more,
spoons on the cheese topping from the casserole

sneaks a scootch more hooch
offers to clear the dishes, only to mooch

the pulled meat, gravy, tomato pulp and oil
left on each plate. The spoils

go to her whose appetite
never flags for what is by no right

hers. She gobbles, she slurps
belly round with unburped burps

still hungry, still wanting, unashamed
a thief and a blessing, for remaining unnamed