| All this fades to a hum, and then to nothing. So much speech, so many concerns, crises, trifles, scattered amongst small talk and comments on the food. Wait, and it all fades into one constant stream. And I wonder-- Is this how God feels? Despite it all, I have my breakdowns in fast food restaurants. My moments of self-examination on a quick break from work. I stare out the window and watch traffic. There was the early lunch at Burger King after I'd given myself to a woman I barely knew at 8:00 that morning. There was the time I grabbed a bite at Wendy's while you were getting your hair done, and I contemplated this facade--this phase of euphoria in denial that occurs shortly before gardenial expulsion. Still, I considered myself lucky beyond my worth to be here in Wendy's thinking of you. Someone starts talking about her sister but it soon fades until it is indistinguishable from the rest. I sip from my drink and watch traffic. |
| Afternoon at Wendy's |
| by Kevin S McFadden |