Do I Need More Similes? Poem by Jena Crowe

Forgive me poets. For I am but a listless little thing,
barely 5 ft.2 in. My home is a bungalow off the highway.
If I try to sit in the corner,
I end up in the middle of traffic.

I don't have a full time job
and I'm partly trying to work up an appetite
for lean cuisine
that's been in my freezer since 2012.

My mind is wasted on crossword puzzles in a coffee shop
staring at a boy
who eats a chocolate croissant with his Kenyan blend
every day
and exudes redemption with every bite he takes
of that delicious sinfully sweet carbohydrate.

I want to be his next big bite.