SUNDAY NIGHT/MONDAY MORNING AT DENNY'S

more fun than the dentist
as I pull words from my head
like wisdom teeth, and
spread them across the page
like thick molasses.

my essay is close to finished,
but finished in an
all-you-can-eat type of way.

malone dies in the end --
he ate the fried chicken.

the essay is forming,
hanging around the 4-5 page limit:
icicles in the fast lane.

glacier formations at 4am.
snowdrops on half-shut eyes.

the food is spreading:
the fries have invaded the breakfast platter.
the hashbrowns have established a beach head.
there is a potato conspiracy.

it only happens before the morning commute.

"always open"
forever closed.

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