It consumes me, as I consume it.
What is in it, where does it come from, how and when was it made?
Who was exploited and what was killed to bring it to my plate?
Squinting at labels, weighing the options,
shopping’s a thorny operation.
Country of origin, carbs, proteins, carbon emissions, B12,
probiotics, pesticides, GMOs, omega-3.
Will he eat it?
Before I sleep, I count the vegetables
I’ve ingested the day before.
When I wake, I plan new menus.
I don’t think this is…