The World Is Ending, but the Drive Thru Is Still Open on Broadway and Eighth
coiled around the purple building
like a restless wyrm, the line is full
of restless drivers. this drive thru is
the last and only reliable restaurant
no one understands why you can still
get a cheeseburger when supply chains
have been broken. there is no explanation
as to how the neon lights are lit when
the rest of the city has lost power
my apocalypses are no longer my own.
personal heartbreaks replaced by the
end of the world, and my comfort food
has become the comfort food of the
nation, indivisible under the neon signs
the cashier takes one look at my face
and throws in another handful of sauce