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I wouldn’t think I’d feel discounted by others over what I eat, though I’d expect it of what I read. Just the other day, I responded — aptly, I thought — to my wife’s charge of only wanting to read great art and not Gone Girl or Stephen King, no matter how popular, by pointing out her insistence at never wanting to consume a sandwich made by the Subway Fast Food Restaurant Company. On occasion, stranded in the city, I will partake of a foot-long tuna (not toasted) while she refuses to ingest the admittedly icky bread and plastic-tasting tomatoes and sweet peppers. Now what could ever be the difference here? One goes into the mind and the other the body, but they both touch spirit, which holds dominion over all organs. More… “On Eating Combos”

Greg Gerke’s fiction and non-fiction has appeared in Tin House, Film Quarterly, The Kenyon Review Online, Denver Quarterly, Quarterly West, Mississippi Review, The Millions, and others. A book, My Brooklyn Writer Friend, is out from Queens Ferry Press. You can find and follow him @Greg_Gerke.

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