Sunday, July 14, 2013

Palpably Inadequate



You carefully consider
Maris Piper or Jersey Royal,
lost in thought  
somewhere in the Channel Islands.

I look sideways at your foraging.
Del Monte, cat food  
you can tell so much
from the contents of a lonely cart.

You choose a kind King Edward,
as I pretend to be interested in whole oats.
I feel the precision of your choice
in my throat.

I see you being swept away,
smoothing olive oil on the skin  
a good slow roast  
cheeky potato salad for one.


tk/July 2013 


Thank you  R.A.D. Stainforth for expertly reading this poem.  

photo by Agustin Berrocal 

21 comments:

  1. Ah, how well I know that "contents of a lonely cart" syndrome...

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  2. Honestly ... it is only 6:25am out here and already I'm hankering for dinner! (or hash browns with my breakfast)
    Great write, Tess.

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  3. You made me hanker for roast potato, but it's Sunday afternoon and there's none in the house:)

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  4. I was right there in the aisle with this one. Brought back memories...I used to be a lonely shopper. It can be sad...teary eyed now.

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  5. Yow! "the precision of your choice" is incredible!

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  6. I have seen those grocery carts with sad drivers- makes me want to give them a hug and invite them to dinner. Have a lovely day.

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  7. loved it....charlotte potatoes with butter and parsley for me please and to some other commentees.... my cart for one is anything but lonely!!

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  8. I wonder what people can tell from the from the contents of my lonely cart? That I live alone? That I spend as much money on food and treats for my 3 cats (+ 3 kittens) as I do on myself? That at present I have a toothache? I wonder.

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  9. I believe there's some magic brewing in that cheeky potato salad for one!

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  10. Ah, the humble spud; what WOULD we do without it!

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  11. Consider me slow roasted!- well done

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  12. I know that 'whole oats' feeling too, Tess!

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  13. Tess, I'm wondering why my link doesn't stay posted?

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  14. Love the surrealistic quality in this..a life of it's own, as usual!

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  15. Ha! I am one of those that considers the carts of others ... a slice of life so to speak, all in the anonymity of the market ...

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  16. Ha! Ha! That's brilliant. I really enjoyed it. I could tell it was written by a woman though, as a man would have been around the shop in two paragraphs.

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  17. Am I the only one NOT thinking of potatoes, Tess?

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)