Just Came for the Burger

By Mark Tulin

Inside a shopping mall during the pandemic,
I hurry past a collection of toxic adults,
hoping the guy in tight pants doesn’t get too close
I don’t want to get his COVID cooties,
wearing his mask at half-mast,
his nose sticks out like Pinocchio
and his breath could skin a cat
I just came for a burger at Red Robin
with everything on it and endless fries
First time outside in over a month,
I hope the straps on my N95 hold up,
and my medical gloves are snapped tight—
I need to get out of this Venus flytrap alive.


“I write to understand my human predicament.” – the writer

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