Rotten Potatoes
The face arrives and the jaw does something before the mind does.
We have all felt it ... that tightening ... the channel changes inside us before we change the channel ... A voice we have filed under no ... A name that makes the teeth do something the teeth were not asked to do ...
The wall the disgust built while we were busy being right.
Not wrong to be disgusted. The things that earned it are real ... The votes are real ... The language is real ... What it does to people who cannot afford to look away is real ... Not because the disgust was mistaken ... It stopped being a door and became a room we moved into.
A nurse who works the night shift treats the person who said the thing she cannot unhear ... She does not forgive it ... She finds the vein anyway ... Her hands do not ask her politics before they work ... The disgust is in her chest and the competence is in her fingers and they share the same body ...
A man at a dinner table with his brother who voted the other way ... They have not talked about it in two years ... The mashed potatoes travel between them like a treaty nobody signed ... He is not disgusted by his brother ... He is disgusted by what his brother became willing to accept ... The difference is the size of a hair and the weight of a house ...
Tolerance is a word for people who have not been harmed ...
Looking at what disgusts us long enough to see what it is actually made of ... Not the face ... Not the voice ... The machinery behind the face ... The money behind the voice ... The history behind the money ...
The disgust was always correct ... It was just never enough ...
DISCUSTING
February 12, 2026
Unfolding
Methodology: Wonderful Garbage
Style: Noir Song
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