A small moment in a kitchen turns out to carry a lot of feeling. The speaker opens the fridge, finds a plate of leftover fideo, and is genuinely hungry. Then they find out who made it, and everything changes. The food goes back untouched.
What stands out is how extreme the reaction is. The speaker doesn't just lose their appetite; the thought of touching something that belongs to this person makes them want to "bathe in a pool of bleach." That image is dramatic and a little shocking, and it suggests the disgust goes far beyond the food itself. The "you" seems to be someone the speaker has come to find unbearable, though the poem doesn't say why.
The title and the quoted word "Revolting" point the same way. The mood is cold, bitter, and tense. The plain lowercase voice makes the hostility feel even more real, as if the speaker is simply stating how things are.