Midweek Fiction
I found this on My phone while browsing through old notes late last night in My hotel room. It’s from November of 2010 and I wrote it while walking to the car after seeing someone eating McDonalds near a stairwell on campus. I don’t write poetry, so you’re free to judge, laugh, mock, etc.
Eating
She ate beneath the stairwell.
Alone and open,
Luke warm food,
Grease, bread, water.
Incomplete.
Author: Me
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