the cognitive dissonance

became something i could taste

 

blood-soaked styrofoam

made

the flesh anonymous

 

 

eggs

bleached white

their labels lacking words

silenced

 

but i could taste the cage in the yolk

 

cutting fat

away from gristle

watching thin tendons tear

 

realising

as i was chewing

that eating meat

was absurd

 

realising

as i was chewing

that tofu

 

tastes like / smells like / looks like / sounds like / feels like

a sponge

and it’s delicious

 

there’s something so wonderfully benign

about roasted vegetables

 

that i’d

never noticed

before

 

and i notice now

while i chew

 

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