Cold Cut Anger
Up pops a man from his ballgame.
He is intent on having a salami sandwich. He gets to the refrigerator door,
looks at the magnets and school lunch menu and family pictures and
smiles.
Inside the refrigerator the
familiar yellow pack is upside down. He pulls it out, turns it over, and his
happiness is replaced with anger.
“What the fuck is
this?”
It's bologna. And the
bologna feels his anger.
“She knows I wanted
salami.”
The bologna is smart enough to know
that he is what he is. He cannot change himself into another cold cut, and he
is in no way inferior to salami.
When the man looked in the pantry
for liverwurst, and even handled the peanut butter, he could have latched onto
this. But, his self esteem was intact.
He was at least out of the fridge.
He looked at the man and saw him shrug. He went back to the fridge and got the
bread and mustard.
Believe in yourself, even if they
say you're bologna and they want something else.
Don't forget, bologna is good
too.
Louis Marvin: on this pacific island with chinese girls, born burbank, lived phoenix, loves the island teacher, coach, ex-soldier, writer/artist, tennis champion
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