Eating a Hamburger in an Elevator
Juice spills down a businessman’s chin
And the elevator rushes skyward
The city: a rolodex of advertisements
Cables tug like a cocaine team of sumos
He breathes through his nose while chewing
And a drop of grease lands on his suit
For a moment, the globule stays
Perched there, as if alive and breathing,
Watching the outside buildings,
Windows, half-price shampoo,
Street bins, pigeons, ulcer treatments
laundromats, ‘Tikki-Tuesdays’,
“Are you happy with your smile”
On a digital billboard
With a cavernous gulp the elevator stops
The globule is removed with a swipe -
Unfit for a board meeting
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Posted Oct 24, 2022, 10:42 AM UTC
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