Quarter Pounder Lovers

she
said
“Let’s eat at McDonald's.”
her words came from her two lungs, beneath her breasts
up her throat, over her richly blooded tongue
between her teeth out her mouth
estuary to the whole wide air.
McDonald's
McDonald's
McDonald's.

my
words
came from a heartless place
skeletal frame, opposable thumbs
slayer of Neanderthals, hard wired
sacker of monasteries, lover of
death, friend of catastrophe.
“Sure, let’s eat.”

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