When I was a little kid
my mother used to take me to the McDonald's drive thru,
in the late afternoon hours,
(the weekends
where it was
her turn
to have me)
while the blue met
the orange and the purple,
and "Get Together" by Madonna
was playing on the radio,
I remember vividly
looking through the window,
//with my seat belt on
waiting for our turn
to order the food//
YOU ARE READING
I saw brief glimpses of happiness
PoetryThis is a monument to my body. A house. A store. One salvo. Memories me of my childhood and my dreams that will outlive me. Through you. Thanks for reading, and for bei...