instagram rejects.

there are many days i find myself dreaming about other people's food. the parts they didn't touch for whatever reason they might have.

i want to go back to the dishes and scrape the odd ends of mash potatoes and stuck-to-the-plate corn kernels that deserved no more nibbles.

watch them slowly spin around and around, down the drain they go, no worries, no faults — not a second thought.

you can learn a lot about a person by what they leave for the dishwasher.

and you don’t even need to meet them or see the lucky food that made it to their instagram story.