Thought in Food

This is the feeling: the middle of an eclair
when you come back to yourself and respect scissors
away. Maybe you think we vegetate
at just such a frequency of self-disgust, a platter
of mistaken steps. But that's hardly the most original coin
in circulation. We are convertible.
Only a second and those nascent
doubts disappear in our closing teeth, carriage to pumpkin
by force of will. This fabric
in the mind, deft switchbacks that corset
personality into action, these are what blaze,
what impel us forward. And so, a resurgence
of eating, the pastry dissolves on the tongue.