Everything Is a Ruffles® Potato Chip


Alison Y. Stewart

A potato chip
pinched between her index finger
and
thumbnail—grooves
tunneling across this
wafer of fat and air, soaked through
in rapeseed oil. Each groove hollow
as a feed trough sloshing full
of Sodium Caseinate,
Whey Protein Isolate,
luxuriant tang and
orange candy brightness—flaming
pleasure through
your neurons.

The peasant—
molars: one, yellow, jutting
eyes pinched
(up off the cheekbone,
bulged against the nose),
the terraced field (misting
his barley) prefigures
a Ruffles® potato chip
the jag of cliffs
gouged into grooves—each
a feed trough sloshing full of
seed-muck and
squelching pleasure.

The human brain prefigures
a Ruffles® potato chip,
the gray pulp canalled into
grooves sloshing full of
flaming neurons
flaming neurons
flaming neurons
.
For who, though?
Whose tongue will
wedge deep in the grooves of brains and
suckle indulgence—the dust of
pleasure?
Who will rummage through
human beings and slaver
over a brain twisting
in on itself, and pooling
rapeseed grease?

The human body prefigures
a Ruffles® potato chip
grooves canalling between legs, carving
empty warmth between thighs—
a feed trough sloshing full of
sensory neurons
flaming with
touch.

We gouge away in
our hunger for more—surface area to
smear soggy with
pleasure.

Life
(continuing)
prefigures a Ruffles® potato chip
the first cell—dust grain of
life—slavering after surface area
and canalling out a groove
between its (therefore)
descendants.

But now we've got
a Ruffles® potato chip so
why
groove our mountains
gouge our brains
chasm our legs
branch our cells

in two—when a Ruffles® potato chip gleams
smeared greasepleasure and
orange candy brightness from every
sulcus?


When not studying at Green Mountain College, Alison enjoys badgering her friends, acquaintances, and arch-nemesis Rachel with asinine questions. (For the record, her incredible boyfriend won't soak in a Jacuzzi full of coleslaw for any amount of money.) Her one-act play "Holy Bread" recently received its first staged production.

 photo by Derrob Hagy-Weatherbee

photo by Derrob Hagy-Weatherbee