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Chewing Gum Questions

Heather Moltke Lewis And Clark

Questions and ideas fill my mind.

Like the sticks of gum that crowd my mouth.

With each new question, I hope to find answers.

Perhaps at least some substance.

But this impenetrable wad, can only be chewed.

Each chomp just leads to another, question after question.

A continuous procession of rehashing.

I chew until my jaw is sore.

Is it useless to chew that which cannot be digested?

I yearn to swallow,

But I can’t pretend that gum is food.

Will I munch into eternity?

Is there eternity?

Will my mouth grow motionless with age?

With each question, the wad grows larger.

I cannot chew it.

I spit the wad out.

It clings to my skin.

Chomp, chomp, chomp…