we sit in the parking lot of the drive through
& watch cars gallop highway like runaway horses.
they gave you the wrong order & we decide
we're not going back in. instead, we inspect
the curly fries & triple-stacked burger.
imagine workers' quick hands. disposing another pair
of black rubber gloves. then, the person who ordered this.
how they are speeding away. eyes in the rearer view mirror.
they think, "i cannot wait till i get home, i need a bite now."
rifling through a greasy bag just to find our mouths.
strangers. we are so close to eating with one another.
stoplights on macarthur road chew us on our way home.