Secret Diet

I straight up ate a quarter pounder with cheese on my lunch like it was no big deal. I ate the fries. I drank the Coke. I asked for the large Coke. I lost my mind. I don’t even like McDonald’s usually. It’s one fast food place I never miss going to but for some reason today it was all I wanted.  

I imagine it now sitting in my stomach, not breaking down, not decomposing. Just little chunks of chewed up “hamburger” and “cheese” hanging out around my intestines like inmates on death row or my writing career, not going anywhere. 

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