A Trip to McDonald’s
Take this Quarter Pounder for what it is—
a place to start, a place to be honest.
Your blue hair gives way to blushing cheeks, and
we both know what to feel next. The script we follow
has us in mind. Glazed eyes and full bellies tell
a story of where we have been in this land of thrift.
Nothing means theft to us. Nothing tells us hem
or haw. America is the finest place to meander
and be made. There is a home for our rage here,
bodies to be filled and emptied, a spot on the globe
where beatings make sense and suicide makes
its impression with baby teeth. I’m not asking you
to listen. That’s hard work. I’m asking you to settle
into the slouch of your choice and think of the ways
you could be alone. Your company means nothing
else. Just be here with me.
Joel Fry
*Note: Hemming and hawing means being indecisive or hesitant.
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