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Eating In By Sarah M. Balcomb --------------------------------------- He stands stirring by the stove while I watch things from my chair, a neglected book open on my lap. A cabinet ajar reveals commingling coffee mugs and the variegated line of his vitamin bottles. Actual size of B-complex sketched on side like a chalk outline in reverse, black on white. I wonder whether anything in there was once alive. Then the rotten tomato extracted from the sauce with a wooden spoon singed on one side. It is hard, greenish, a patch of yellow, with some sort of stem still attached. As he offers up evidence, I pretend not to look, feigning distaste. I meant to say something funny about quality control. What I say is it will stink up the trash later, vegetables are real culprits that way. Does it matter who takes out the trash? It’s a man’s job, I always say, then do it anyway. Later, sorting recyclables, on the side of the bottle that held the sauce: product enlarged to show texture. I check the cabinet, the fridge, for further examples. Product enlarged to show texture: two. Product enlarged to show detail: three. Lies:
four. We circle the black kitchen table marked with colorful strays of paint and a ring of white from a whiter can of gesso left sitting too long. Avoiding eyes in our orbit. When I’m irritable, he’s irritable. We eat out a lot. --------------------------------------- Sarah
M. Balcomb is currently pursuing an MFA at Columbia University. ©
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