bun less,
rolling
around in the man's plate.
his desk is next to the car
salesman's desk
who's trying
to sell me a car.
i look over,
and can't help myself,
i point at it,
and say yo, i see what
you're up to,
low carb, keto, right.
carnivore diet?
right?
he looks at me
and says, what are you
talking about?
no bun,
i say to him, pointing
at the hot dog
rolling around
at the end of his fork.
no carbs.
oh, yeah.
my wife forgot to
buy buns when she went
to the store
the other day.
he puts some mustard
on his dog,
squeezing it out of a little
plastic packet,
then pulls out a bag
of potato
chips from his desk.
i say, oh,
as he rubs his belly
and
pops open a can
of coke.
what's keto, he says?
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