sticking to my chops

A funny little poem about chopsticks, written in reminiscence of the hot soup splashed veggies sloppily pierced and that one wonton lost in flight…:

one with another

let them cross

it will prove

useless

start at equal stance

let one touch the other

with just a tap

and move just one

yet cheat you may

spear, spring, scoop

yet lie it does for it does not
chop

greatest challenge: the lonely grain

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