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existential crisis at dennys

  • Weasel
  • Feb 20, 2017
  • 1 min read

the waitress tells me she used to own a cow

called it freezer because that’s where it went when it died

when she says it was the meanest animal she owned

i tell her

over cold eggs, and soggy toast

that the art of dying is like growing a backbone

it’s not how you die that makes the foundation

it’s knowing the other side is two feet away

and that you’ll have to travel light

when you cross

-weasel

 
 
 

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