Feeding Five Thousand
This bible has been
at the mall
more than Sunday
morning services.
Somehow, it fits
in. These mall kids
won't exactly grow up
healthy. "Organic, fresh
natural" - mall food promises.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Chicken Wrap
Chicken Wrap
The order, given by
Matt, is hung
by the counter.
His guests want a chicken
caesar salad wrap.
I’m reminded of royalty:
“Poor, young squire, I
demand you
do my bidding.” It sounds hot
in the kitchen. Boiling,
water steaming. Flames.
Sizzling. Grilling. Matt
prepares the meal. Me?
I watch from behind the heat
light, turned on. Lettuce lay
in a pan on ice. He grabs
some, throws it on
a tortilla, goes for the cheese
and grilled chicken. Cut
in half. I forgot my french
fries in the fryer. Now well
done. He served
his table. That god-awful
smacking squelch
of mouths flapping
down on dressing,
lettuce. “Healthy food.”
The order, given by
Matt, is hung
by the counter.
His guests want a chicken
caesar salad wrap.
I’m reminded of royalty:
“Poor, young squire, I
demand you
do my bidding.” It sounds hot
in the kitchen. Boiling,
water steaming. Flames.
Sizzling. Grilling. Matt
prepares the meal. Me?
I watch from behind the heat
light, turned on. Lettuce lay
in a pan on ice. He grabs
some, throws it on
a tortilla, goes for the cheese
and grilled chicken. Cut
in half. I forgot my french
fries in the fryer. Now well
done. He served
his table. That god-awful
smacking squelch
of mouths flapping
down on dressing,
lettuce. “Healthy food.”
