I have them lined up,

On a plastic plate with high white walls,

Three small sausages with no flavor

Ready to rest in the blanket folds

Of my palm and tossed in my mouth,

Washed down with a tidal wave.

A pale hamburger patty sits in the open

Waiting on the edge of the dish,

Ready to be devoured, the bitter meat

Cannot be chewed, only taken down

Quickly by the fisting of the stomach

A blue egg gives me more protein,

It rolls back and forth until I snatch it

Like a mother bird and deliver it

To the watery nest inside me.

Dessert comes in a tiny turnover,

Golden brown yet solid,

A diamond waiting in the middle of the top

Unscrewed from the height of a plastic tower

And placed upon the great mesa.

It leaves no trace of crumbs behind,

Yet still, it leaves my mouth dry,

Despite all the water I used to move it.