digestion

how many times

can you stand in the same line

for the same sandwich

in the same crowd

day after day

staring at a menu

that never changes

and nothing’s good anyway

Yet here you are,

a slave to it.

If you’re not careful

it will be you on that sandwich

a thin-sliced turkey

drowning in mustard

between a slimy tomato

and a piece of dry cheese

going down bite by bite

chewed up and broken down

digested and excreted

by someone who didn’t even care

how you tasted.

 

 

 

copyright Kimberly White   2003

published in Tule Review

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