the cart through America.
the gleaming
false notion that all is well.
i see the colorful
fruit,
the milks and ale.
the breads stacked high,
the candy
and artichokes.
the cakes
and pies.
i push and push, but
there's nothing that i want
or desire.
i'm not satisfied with any
of this.
not this red meat, this fish,
this poultry.
this bag of salt or sugar.
too much. too much of a good
thing or a bad thing
always fails.
it's something deeper
within, something lacking
that's making us
eat like this.
making us more and more
unwell.
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