it’s Sunday night
and I was at my mom’s house
for the weekend
and we are going
through the McDonald’s drive thru
as a treat
because we have to
say goodbye
the fries seem
a little colder and mushier
I don’t want to leave my mom already
the ketchup squirts out like blood

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Fernando Andrade
Daniel J. Flore III

Daniel J. Flore III’s fifth book of poetry is WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN and it can be found here.