Obsessions I didn’t know I had
Surfaced in a bowl of coriander.

Compulsion to pluck each seed
From every stem.  Right now.

I’m not like this, really. Just a few more.
Rolling the seeds in your fingers.
Clink, clink, clink. The sweet sound
Of reward. Need more clinks.

It’s so easy. Like rolling ball bearings.
Repetition. Fingertips massaged.
A Trance. I’ve started to sway.

So many things you can do
With the versatile coriander seed
But I don’t know any of them and
I don’t care.

Thank God there was only one bag.