Looking at the meta tags for this post, this was from my old blog: The San Jose Review. It's been forever since I've been doing this. I spend a lot of time writing.
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Tesco # 80 by Isabella Sinclair Chen
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Breakfast on 03.13.2017
We had a bagle for breakfast today,
and it was a lousy bagle, it was
not toasted, and had nothing in the way
of cream cheese. Sans cream cheese a bagle does
not taste very good: it's like eating dough,
and I don't eat dough, unless it's cookie
dough, which I'd like to eat more of, although
it might not be safe. Balled like a rookie
baseball player, I'd smash through five gallons
of it, white chocolate macadamia
is my favorite, clutched inside my talons,
eating like I have severe mania.
I should ask for cookie dough for breakfast,
I'd eat up the cookies and beat my chest.
Jack in the Box Tacos
These used to cost ninety-nine cents, but now
they are a dollar and change. Eating two
tacos at a time fills me up some how
when I'm happy or sad or red or blue.
I order fourteen tacos at a time
because that's how many tacos I need
to feel full, I spritz the tacos with lime
taco sauce, and sweet and sour. I feed
on them two at a time as though my gut
were a kind of Noah's ark where doubles
march through my system and add to my butt
and thighs a little heft and fat bubbles
throughout my body: I am a gordo,
the biggest of which you will ever know.
Browsing Facebook
There is almost nothing interesting on
Facebook right now: there's violence in Berkeley,
a ban on people from Muslim states gone
abroad wishing to return, unlikely
alliances between the United
States and Russia, between Putin and Trump
between the cleft of my ass divided
and Kim Kardashian's lovely round rump.
A great wall between Mexico and us
is in the works, supposedly we'll get
funding for it from Mexico who'll fuss
over the price and who would rather let
their citizens flee for greener pastures,
and have free flow of their manufactures.
The Double Stack
The double stack is Wendy's bold response
to the McDouble: it's part of the Four
for Four meal, which I eat with nonchalance
as I upgrade to a large fries and pour
myself a large Coke Zero. The Double
stack does not taste as good as its rival
the McDouble, which tastes like pure trouble
and which ensures my fat thigh’s survival.
If I were to go on a trip to space
and could take any kind of food with me
to ensure the fat of the human race
have a place in outer space it would be
certianly McDonald’s and not Wendy’s
go ahead and dispute me if you please.
McDouble
These burgers used to cost just one dollar
before the dollar menu turned into
the value menu. I speak and holler
at the cashier to take my order through
the drive through microphone: "I'll have a drink,
a large fries, two Mcdoubles, two apple
pies, and that will be it.” I sit back, think
if there is anything else I want, pull
money out of my wallet to pay for
my meal, take my items from the window
ask the cashier if she can give me more
ketchup, sauce that allows me to endow
my fries with a sweet and salty goodness:
the flavor brings me to the point of bliss.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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