i pull up to the window

to get my order 
& this isn't a mcdonalds 
or a burger king-- this is a house 
with really big nice crystal windows.
this is maybe a neighbor but
i can't quite remember.
i placed my order in my head & repeated 
it until i got close--
i was saying 
tree of cheeseburgers 
tree of cheeseburgers.
i knock on the window
gentle so i don't wake anyone up.
at any time of day someone is 
probably sleeping nearby & thinking
about eating with the hands tied
behind their back. 
in the front lawn of the house
grows a tree of cheeseburgers--
each branch a skewer holding
the burger aloft.
i know i can't eat burgers 
but when i was small & had a face
round like a window
i would order this at a diner nearby.
i removed the burgers 
from their perches & they coo
like morning doves.
i pet the soft buns & decorate
each one differently:
ketchup & mustard smiley face--
pickles as great green eyes--
purple freckled onions like
great cosmic rings. 
i wish i had someone to feed them to.
i ask some people walking by
if they might want a sample but
everyone this morning is
on some kind of diet 
where they won't eat cheeseburgers.
they're all watching their figures.
they're all power waling &
trying to burn extra calories.
i can see the calories floating above
all foods-- that's my super power.
i see everything as energy.
i am hungry but i only eat mustard.
the cheeseburger tree mocks me 
with each dripping patty.
the cows who were once the patties are
grazing in the front yard of the drive through
that is also not a drive through.
you have to understand 
people do this to me too--
knocking on my window at night 
& asking if i can make them happy meals.
i always say yes & then they complain,
saying these are sad--these are so so sad.
every night i invent new games
to trick myself into falling asleep.
this is one of those games--
decorating mini cheeseburgers 
from the neighbor's tree.
i just need to get someone to eat them now.
i offer them to the moon & even she
is vegetarian now. i offer them to 
the mirror & i have no reflection--
so hungry that my body took to eating
all likenesses of me. i disappear from
photographs & drawings & portraits.
more burgers grow on the tree.
someone's van pulls up to my window 
& knocks, pleading 
for more.