(after phrases on Taco Bell hot sauce packets)
- I won’t wait forever
the half high drive thru employee
tells me they’re out of everything
but i came here to self soothe
with a one-dollar burrito
and the employee of the month
has your name
- I mean…
i never thought the tipped over speaker box
would be a metaphor for my love life
but broken bell, broken heart
i guess
some small reminder of you
gave me an irrepressible hunger for cheap therapy
- Of course I will!
i consider waiting to be something inspiring
a virtuous disguise
my anxiety masked as anticipation or even hope
but patience is my drug
along with a beef burrito the size of your penis
- I can’t let you go
you dare me with your absence
which is something i think i cannot resist
late night cravings for you
against my lips
i tear open a plastic packet
like the devil
and fire numbs my mouth
instead of you
- I love a comeback story
but how long can i wait for
fiesta potatoes
or
you?
