The inevitable quest for food | Quick Thought
Mashed, fried, crinkle cut, hashed and baked. The brain under fed.
The inevitable quest for food
Mashed, fried, crinkle cut, hashed and baked. The brain under fed.
It starts in the morning, then the lunch break, again on our way home or waiting for us. The feeling of hunger only subsides as digested past meals are forgotten.
A 20-dollar meal, gone as fast as prepared.
The work stays, the 2 hours of labor, the upset customers you remember — unrelated to the need to eat.
Pleasing the modern noblemen. Those free to go out and able to make a difference, allowed to tip — we plea and service them.
For a crumb.
For a dignified meal of our own.
Unburdened and free from serving the class above. We scramble like an egg — unmade to hatch. Our membrane broken and smattered. Our lives disturbed as we latch to the hot, black top-pan. To be peeled, again and again.
As the rich and privileged starve for our labor.
It never ends.
The biting feeling, the reflexive sense of need.
The hunger is inevitable.
(Originally published on June 7, 2025)
Thumbnail image created by Contributor — Florence Alden.
