Gluten

Dear little gluten,

people are trying to blame you for things.
All manner of things: migraines, cancer, their itchy big toe, divorce.

“Sure”, they say, “why not blame the little Gluten, he’s defenseless.
He doesn’t have a voice, he can’t speak up.”

I just wanted to tell you Gluten that I’m on your side and the only
reason I ate that gluten free pasta the other day is my girlfriend
bought it for me and it was in the cupboard. Did it taste good?
Sure it tasted good, I’m not going to lie, but it felt wrong Gluten,
dirty dirty nasty wrong. I want you to know it won’t happen again.

Love,
Rob