beach food

as the plane
drags the banner slowly through
the sky,
barely above
the blue ocean
we read it to ourselves.
all you can eat,
chicken and fries.
23rd street grease palace.
write that down I tell her.
i'm starving for
a drum stick and a plate
of fries.
no, she says.
plant based tonight, I won't
have you
dying on my time.