I don’t know why this simple apparatus
makes me smile. After months
of scooping out lemon rinds
and soggy granola with bare hands,
there’s something sweet
about the soft buzz of a motor
mushing up the day’s drudgeries.
It’s a mind, body, spirit kind of thing,
don’t you think? I mean,
when another active shooter
splatters our headlines red
and migrants get stored in cages
while the planet sizzles
and viruses roam the earth
a garbage disposal seems to have
an odd way of leveling the playing field.
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