go into the kitchen
     fling the cupboard doors asunder
     grab at the packets of food     rip open 
     wok-ready noodles   oatcakes   a bucket of peanut butter

                                    (should anyone challenge you
                                          say that this process is the opposite of
                                                  waste)

              sink your whole palm in
              the Nutella   or whatever   your poison   wear
              the packets of pasta   like crunchy mittens
              open tins   of chickpeas   butterbeans  
              delve your fingers into cans   like legumey
              earthworms   questing   whatever you have

                                                        feel it on your fingertips   do not wash
                                                        your hands   between foodstuffs   allow
                                                        there to be aquafaba moistening the dried
                                                        fusilli   acknowledge the oats   in the teabags
                                                        bear witness   to the contamination

                                     as you touch each raisin welcome each crinkly
                                     story at your fingertips   their life in earth
                                     their full moon harvesting   their desiccation
                                     feel yourself wither   in the vivacious sun  
                                     then become processed   if you do not know

               what a nutmeg is   allow it to speak through
               the dark ridges   of its grated hemisphere
               smear your hand    across an untouched week
               in your diary   when you reach that time
               you will register   the emanating odour 

then think about     BICYCLES
their mechanisms & textures   their character & potential
if you have a bicycle   go & touch it all over
tickle under its mudguards   stroke its oily rims

              wipe these too across your diary   returning
              to today’s pencilled appointments   next time you notice   a bicycle
              or whenever you travel   or think about travelling
              journey between   mechanisms   &   food   in your mind

                                  eat every meal like a cycle
                                  up a severe gradient
                                  see each bicycle as a last meal
                                  keep in mind always the beginnings of things