spork

i exist

for one purpose.

ease.

i am meant to be cheap,

dispensed out in varying degrees of plastic

to elementary students

at lunchtimes.

they call it

convenience,

the way they can eat

soup or salad

with me.

i exist to be malleable,

shaped to the whims of the day.

soup, salad, pasta, soggy broccoli,

i must shovel it all

with gusto.

as the public school system

cannot afford

forks and spoons,

they must settle

for me.

the inexpensive alternative,

discarded after every meal.

used

but never seen, nor heard.

if they were to listen,

i could tell them

that my name isn't spork at all.

i do not fit into the label

they have chosen for me.

my name

is foon.