I use that paper towel one quarter of the time and with a beard let it be known; I am a clean eater.
Overtime however I continue to always and forever grab that paper towel.
If it goes unused I fold it, and it sits wedged between the salt and pepper.
They collect with all of my doubt in my very own ability to eat without messing my beard and myself.
They collect and I wonder consistently if I know myself at all.
They collect and I say I’m just getting better at eating; I’m growing up.
Then I eat spaghetti or chili and the surplus is lost, the lesson is learned, I am a child again.
I am a child again, I have lost all foundation of thought.
I have to begin again, in my collection of napkins between the salt and pepper shakers,
as well as the understanding of my abilities to eat.
it is something I have been doing all of my life.