"I Ate Gluten Today, to See If I Still Feel" by Christoph Paul
Fuck you gluten.
Why do you have to be
When I’m sad,
I say screw my gluten allergy
and go by myself
to the only Chinese restaurant
in Claremont, New Hampshire,
and eat all the chow mien & dumplings.
I still find it disconcerting
that there’s only white non-Jews eating there.
In South Florida, I’d be with fellow Jews and Italians
eating all the gluten-free dim sum.
But in this drug-infested den,
I eat the pile of bad carbs and pork
and feel like Samson when his hair grew back,
knowing I’ll soon die a spiritual death ––
on a throne of shit.
But I will pay my pitteance,
for give me gluten
or give me death.