Rice flour, potato starch, maize flour,
tapioca starch, gram flour, arrowroot powder,
calcium phosphates, sodium carbonates, xanthan gum,
ground black pepper, eggs, and water—
all that to make a piece of flatbread for my breakfast,
which is as revealing as Boîte ouverte
de Piero Manzoni.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
I can’t be a crazy cat lady since I’m a man,
and I don’t have even a single cat, but that’s a minor detail.
Living in the north of Scotland, if anything, excludes me
from the bon chic bon genre.
I could always have become a white-van man
if I had bothered to get my driving licence first.
And, of course, there is always the obvious choice—
a Polish plumber.
A word of advice if you are in a similar dilemma:
whatever label you choose, make sure it’s clear.
People forgive you anything but ambiguity.
