Is
the master
The
one with chopsticks
Who
can eat his sushi
With
his opposite hand
In
a windstorm
While
each tasty morsel
Remains
in tact
No
loss incurred
Steady
and trustworthy
Or
do they quote
With
effortless eloquence
The
works of Kierkegaard
Completely
appropriately
Situations
and participants
Considered
accurately
Looking
backward on life
With
an intimate understanding
Only
gained
By
first having lived it forward
Perhaps
we are each masters
Though
our accomplishment may
Seem
wholly unremarkable
Today
I ate an entire bag of Cheetos
With
spindly chopsticks
Held
deftly in my left hand
Each
cheesy snack finding purchase
In
my welcoming maw
Even
the scrabble of tiny boulders
Clinging
to the bottom of the bag
Not
one morsel tragically lost
To
the relentless law of gravity
My
white shirt untainted
An
orange dusting
Conspicuously
absent
From
my pristine fingertips
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