Recently, I gave up.
“I feel heavy,” I said.
“And I’m tired of this to-go life.”
We were at McDonalds,
and a warm wind was blowing in from the drive-through window.
Leaning out through the thin glass slit I let my eyes wander off
into the trees beyond the pavement.
Somewhere, a child was flying a kite for the first time.
A father was putting down the family dog after years of loyal service.
And mommy was trying on pants at the mall.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Brub,” I said.
I reached out for him, but my fingers found only mayonnaise.
“Don’t do that,” he said, tossing the fingered burger into the wastebasket.
“Now I have to start over.”
Photo courtesy of McDonald’s Restaurants of Canada Limited