I drove home with the packets beside me
corners tucked in and cold with cold
Hot with hot
hard with hard and soft with soft
The bread pressed against the rice
Milk sweating into the plastic bag
Get everything through the front door out of breath
Each thing into its assigned place
The tins stood waiting behind the cupboard
The vegetables anticipating beneath their own skins
Sat down before eating
Television illuminates the room
Another family smiled beside a labelled product
Children running through a manufactured garden
Opened the bread and took one slice
Chewed while the advertisement continued
empty carbs and empty sales ads
a mind full of coupons and discounts
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