This night
as I sit upright on my bed
and look over a clear room
and there are no folds in the bed linen
and all the corners are tucked in neatly
I feel satisfied
like a housewife
relieved after hours of sweat inducing,
back breaking work
except my back isn't even arched
and I hardly dripped any sweat.
In fact, I ordered a large burger
at 3 A.M.
and since I need four hands to eat anything
and have just two
I spilled the filling and sauce
on myself and the bedsheet.
Let's be candid
eating is inherently messy
an exercise in assembly;
this has to be held
then greased and soaked and mixed with that,
then lifted with a fork or fingers to the mouth
Then add all this cultural pressure to be graceful
while eating!
why?
there is nothing graceful about eating or sex
Have you seen the pathway of food
from esophagus to the rectum?
Well,
I would happily be a wayward cow
sniffing and shoving my head for food
lapping up blades of grass with my long tongue
ripping them from the ground
or scraping leaves from a low hanging branch
no need for mixing and layering
just chewing and swallowing
as God intended.