September 22, 2009
By Anonymous

Splashes in the dangerous hot
iron of the grill as you look at
me for a momentary lucky glance
and whisper quietly,

“I am just so disappointed in him.”
My fingers peel off the wicked
old paper off the plastic and
I look up at you and can’t
help but shake my head,

“Aren’t we all, hon?”

The author's comments:
I was inspired by an instant when I was working at the fast food restaurant I currently earn my money. This boy I was talking to was discussing a tragedy in his life, and I was struck by the sadness in his voice.

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