“Brushing My Teeth”
I try not to think of the slaves on the ships
Who caught the fish ground up to feed
The Asian shrimp I ate in my stir-fry,
A flake of which goes down the drain
As I brush my teeth in northern New England.
I wrote a short piece about writing this poem for the 2017 edition of Visions Unlimited–the literary journal of River Valley Community College: