Disembodied and tasty
They ask me how I want it cooked.
I ask them what are my options
They say the chef only does it one way.
I ask why they would ask my preference if the chef only does it one way
They say that’s the rule.
I let this notion massage my mind. I say, ok what is the option
They say the steak is served as the medium.
I was perplexed. I say that's fine.
They input the order.
I am served a TV set. On the screen lies the image of a steak
I wonder what I am supposed to do with this information
Eat it? my thoughts ar eeatingm e.
The screen lowers and I reach my fork, my hand, into the screen and stab the meat.
I bring the slab to my face, this meat, an extension of my eye
Has bold flavour , I can taste the joy in the revolution.
The waiter asks, "how are you enjoying your perception of the steak?"
As a product of my entireexistence, in the here and now, with the entirety of the future of the
world unfolding before my eyes I say, "It's alright."
But really, it was like chewing on the sole of a shoe.
Turns out it was a shoe sole
Shaped like a steak.
I hit my step count today.
Samantha Greco is from Toronto, Ontario, and spends her free time walking a rose laden heath to find her words by listening to the humming honey bees.