"The Free Drink" by Kenneth Larot Yamat

I went to Wendy's to get a soda
because I was thirsty as hell. I asked
for the value soft drink for my cola
and the cashier gave it to me free. Tasked

With ringing customer up and flipping
burgers the cashier must have thought fuck it.
A lady at a table is dipping
nuggets into a gigantic bucket

of barbecue sauce, eating a triple,
and drinking a large soda and she smells
like hot grease: the scent of which will ripple
through my body up until my mouth swells

with wet saliva, and with this I plea
that the fries and burgers too should be free.

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