a girl once who was the queen
of the Apple Butter Parade
in Winchester.
she gave me
a small jar of it when we met.
an amber
squat jar with a stuck lid.
i bought her
a sandwich
and a coke.
i asked her about what being
a queen
involved?
speaking engagements,
interviews
with the press
and television?
will there be a memoir
coming out soon?
she took a bite of her
sandwich,
sipped her soda,
then stood up, adjusting her
tiara,
and said, what's wrong
with you?
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