someone
pointing out to you what's
in a hot dog,
as you stuff
one into your
mouth,
dripping with relish
and mustard.
do you know what's
in there,
they ask?
they basically sweep
the butcher shop floors
of meat scraps
and form
them into shiny tubes
of pig skins.
i heard once that if you
feed them
to children that they will
get leukemia.
true story.
i keep eating, then wave
down
the hot dog man
for another.
do you want one?
my treat.
ok, but just one please.
in a heated bun.
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