“I’ll have the burger please,” I said.
“With a fried egg on top?” the waiter asked.
At Bcone, I have never been asked this question—
and unknowingly order the behemoth of burgers.

Suddenly, my eyes widened and my heart drops. The burger arrived.
Under no circumstances have I been this frightened with such an attractive piece of food.

I clenched the behemoth burger with both hands,
Yolk, yellow like the sun in the afternoon on a summer day,
oozing out the sides slower than a sloth climbing to the top of it’s tree.
The fresh scent of hamburger meat flowed through my nostrils—
I took one bite. Instantly my taste buds enlivened.

Bite by bite, the behemoth burger’s mass decreased—
as my belly formed to the shape of a half kickball.
Staring at the last piece of the behemoth—
it abruptly disappeared...in my vomit.