I was sitting here thinking what I
would make for dinner later and had
decided on shrimp tacos but remembered
the Q doesn’t like shredded cabbage or
any kind of vegetable especially
raw so I tried to find some
alternative that would make everyone
happy and didn’t require a whole
lot of effort on my part but would
still leave everyone with a sense
of satisfaction of being considered
and well fed when it occurred to me how
this entire dilemma resembled the way
people come to texts and how writers
create some kind of meaning you know
and I know and somewhere between
all these possibilities we share a meal
(October 2012)
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