I started to write this as a joke while I sat in class, but I liked the concept and finished it. I would love some feedback on it. Suggestions for improvement, what you think about it.
Emotional Cheeseburger
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I cried once,
eating a Wendy’s dollar menu cheeseburger.
My hunger palpable.
The pangs banging against
the inner lining of my belly.
Growl.
I’m fucking starving, I kept thinking.
Had you asked me what starvation was
I would have answered,
Empty.
We sat in the drive-through
Waiting.
I want my damn burger,
Give it to me.
I need the meat.
We drove, the car smelled like
potatoes drenched in reused oil and refrigeration.
Give it to me.
It was passed over
white paper bags and
cardboard potato holders.
The smell: greasy paper wrapped meat nestled
between white bleached bread
soaked with condiments and a meaty residue.
One bite
So satisfied
The lettuce ripped apart by
Teeth.
Meat, pickles, and ketchup
Ground together bringing tears to my eyes.
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Thanks again for the feedback, in advance.
