Nor the Spud

Written by Allison Riechman-Bennett
Art by Allison Riechman-Bennett

It wasn’t the senseless loss of my own daily routine that truly shocked me
nor the melt nor the wraps nor the cups nor the nights
I lost spending with my sister- waiting for a bag to sit on the counter-
nor the farmers nor the loss nor the spud nor the rights
I had a dollop of soured cream smeared across the counter
nor the sticky floors nor the spice nor the aftermath
Of a crunchwrap on the side of filled beans that truly shocked me