An omelet, an Eggo waffle, and
a piece of sausage is what we had for
breakfast today, the meal was rather bland:
the sausage was too chewy and a chore
for my jaw, the omelet was acrid
and must have been made seven days ago
and frozen until today. I acted
like the meal was delicious even though
I nearly died eating it: I did not
want to hurt the cook's feelings and ego.
Even right now I am trying to blot
the thought of that meal from my mind, I'd go
quietly to the bathroom and vomit
the meal from the depths of my stomach's pit.
"Sausage" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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