It could be the
disgruntled sound of carnivores
having lost this argument,
or lettuce leaves
rustling in the alfresco breeze of
summer’s lighter eating.
But radishes are crunched;
celery the same: maybe the Granny Smiths
sliced like a delicacy
remain sour. Not
Misophonia, yet the
phonics of paradox
in a world at crisis
Mike Ferguson
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