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a not-so happy meal

joemar m. rivera

twas an afternoon date

with my hands solderedon the greasy Mcdo fries;

greedy lips kissed by

Heinz ketchup

yearning, waiting

for a confidante to

satisfy a bloated ego

of cholesterol and so

whatever.

you came 15 minutes

after five in the dot

lost into nothingness

with your right hand holding

a red box of somewhat

surprise; hopes up

that youll open a disclosure

of either happiness or otherwise.

twas the latter.

two blocks beside me, you sat

earphones parted

from your left ear, mumbling

some lines of unknown

country singer from the metro

too masochistic for souls

gripping for the universe

of stone cold hearts.

you smirked, i faked a laugh

a song of pity

humming nothing but a chorus of

high pitched lyrics:

Together lets give it a try

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Dont let it pass us by.

and when the song ended

i remembered suddenly

that the girl who sattwo blocks beside me

the one holding the red box

of surprise looked the same

as the girl who once shared

the greasy Mcdo fries

I am now eating alone.

this is not a story of serendipity,

after all.