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Jordan
Poems
Jun 2020
modern food.
Drunk,
and starving
I stumble
tumbling
into a hole
in the wall
where I order the cheapest thing on the menu,
pancakes.
I lean against a nearby counter,
staring at my feet below,
measuring distance,
as I time my spit.
Slip,
from my lips.
Drip,
on the tip,
of my wing-tipped,
shoe.
After eternity,
they call my number,
I was ready to go.
The callow man places the dish on the counter
then slides it over to me and asks "The works?"
I nod stupidly.
He then proceeded, with gloved hands, to smash my flapjack and streak odd colored syrups, concluding with a confectioners' sugar storm from above.
"Enjoy."
Drunk,
and starving
I stumble
tumble
out of a hole
in the wall
where I regret ordering the cheapest thing on the menu.
#adult
#drunk
#sad
#life
#humor
#food
Written by
Jordan
32/M/New York
(32/M/New York)
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