Inspired by forks. Or maybe spoons...

I ate my salad with a spoon on my dinner break.

Such convenience as a fork—

What luxury.

What if we all posed our left hands the task of eating

Salad with a spoon

Or soup with a fork?

Would the food taste that much better

Or would frustration bitter the taste

Of olive oil and herbs?

I’m not perfect.

I forget my forks at home.

I trip over cracks in the sidewalk.

These façades we wear,

These masks of false control  

And Independence;

There’s a break in the rational of the universe:

Eight-hour days, five days a week, no sick pay

No vacation pay, two holidays a year without bonuses.

There’s a gap in the reality of it all