i read in the paper where a man
has been
stabbed and killed
over a fried chicken sandwich.
he cut into the long line,
too anxious
for his meal to wait,
and get in line where it began,
out the door and around
the back.
how horrible, i think at first.
what craziness.
the poor guy, the loss
to his family. his own life.
and then i think about the sandwich.
how good must these sandwiches
be
and where can i get one,
safely.
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