indigestion

I used to be able to eat
bar food.

loaded potato skins, full
of sour
cream and bacon, chives,
then wash it down
with beer.

what exactly are chives?

calamari, onion rings, fries.
sliders. fish tacos, god help me.

what kind of fish is that?

all the greasy things
tossed around
on a black skillet out of sight.

but now, I cringe.
where's the crab in the crab dip.

why is this so salty?

you call these chicken wings?
why is the plate so hot,

is there anything here not heated
up in a microwave?
what's with another bowl
of tater tots.

it makes you long for the home cooked
meal.
the stove.

leaning over
the hot oven, taking a peek
inside

for what takes longer than
ten minutes to make, or bake.

bring me a head of lettuce, please,
and let's start there.