Eating Out

He sits opposite me
in MacDonald’s,

my guest, for a moment,

in his curled hands
he holds this country’s
recent history,

not a minimum wage,
no longer the gun
for that war.

We could be anywhere
in this fast forward world,

almost discarded.

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