The Muncher This is a flashback to a younger year old me. Prompt was to write poem about anything that’s inspires you. So, I wrote about food. It makes sense for the student who was always late, most likely was so because she wasn’t done eating food or was eating on her way to class. I still feel this way about certain things that make sense me happy. I have the need to feel safe and when Im uncertain my anxiety goes up. But small things calms me. That’s why I can never be too calm or bored. I’m just chilling eating other people’s food.