John Dorroh: I’ve Been Thinking a Lot about Spiral-cut Hams

Cut like the Universe, like Fibonacci

numbers: pineapple fruitlets, flowering artichokes,

the whorls of new leaves emerging from their stately

petioles; like order and structure, too beautiful to taint

with analyses of why and how; like the voluptuous curves

of seashells, the manner in which they achieve

self-engineered, curvy perfection; like rows

of eyebrows on a new baby, hairs so fine as if they

haven’t had time to lay a claim to statehood;

like the way Nature exhausts herself from producing

yet another new snowflake; like patterns of waves

and cycles of seasons and the monotonous cacophony

of repetition and why they have the audacity to compete

with God.