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The Incredible, Edible, Conundrum


I push my salad around the plastic plate like a farmer hoeing his rows. Trying to make order out of chaos, trying to plant what? in the soil of confusion. The clock ticks endlessly echoing the raspy grating of the air conditioner. Desperately I wish to capture and tame the runaway contents of my plate. I push a bit of lettuce to the side. What exactly am I searching for? If I had stilled the chaos, what would I put in its place? The ringing phone provides no answer. Another e-mail message pops up on the computer’s dimly lit screen, like a weed in an abandoned field. A field I am condemned to inhabit, walking its dusty circumspect paths. The cycle continues, tasks never ending, moibus strip turned treadmill. I plop the last piece of avocado into my mouth, realizing there still is something delicious worth consuming. What else is there to enjoy on this plastic plate of a life?

© Leona Seufert

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