Friday, May 9, 2008

A & W

They made the breaded mushrooms
roadside, big bags of them like
piecemeal promises of fullness
in a five year-old’s greasy hands,
on the way, I think now,
from our suburb to
a country playhouse
where the first large world
would always devour me.

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