A poem I started eating because I was hungry

[poetry_zealot]

I began writing this poem in the morning, but I was too hungry to focus.
Frustrated, I went to the pantry and fridge and both were overflowing. I ran
anyway. Midway through, my stomach growled with desire like an aimless
streetcar as I dug in my hydration vest for food, and gulfed a bar. My time
ended up being minutes off my goal pace. While cooling down stretching, I
opened up Hinge and checked my likes — zero. After, I went to my virtual
appointment with my therapist. At night I tried to sleep, but I was too hungry. Then
I took a bite of this poem. All my thoughts became swimming salmon
jumping through the river in my mind. Soft pinkish flesh melted
in my mouth. All the miles I ran tasted like striated jerky. The flavour complemented
the savory arial eleven point font. All the profiles I looked through became pesky gummy
bears, that went into hibernation between my teeth. I had to floss those out along with the periods
and commas. The therapy conversations tasted like elaborate tangled udon noodles
that I had to blow on, to cool down before taking a bite. With my hunger satisfied,
I looked for something to quench my thirst.

Apologies in advance if this sounds harsh. The concept of the poem is interesting, however, this reads more like prose than poetry. Up until the section highlighted in purple, the poem feels expository and without direction: all the reader is told is that the speaker is hungry. Then, there is some attempt at metaphor, gustatory imagery, etc. though they lack sufficient depth and are surface-level. I appreciate that the section after purple reflects the speaker tasting their actions throughout the day though it is unnecessarily long on that front.

TLDR: this poem is a start. You have some techniques down however they lack depth. The first half of the poem is completely expository and reads like prose. There are a lot of unnecessary words in this poem. Cut them. Less is more. Regardless of all my critique, I hope to read more of your poems in the future and apologies once more if this sounded harsh.