lunch on the go

it's a bin

of hot

chicken wings at the grocery

store,

interesting.

sweet and spicy

wings

the sign says.

chili sauce

and tabasco.

i'm hungry, so i dip

my fingers

in and pluck one

out,

a sample.

i look around and put

the whole

wing

into my mouth,

then squeeze out the bones,

discarding them

in the nearby

can.

oh my God,

these may be the best

chicken wings

i've ever had.

i fill up a little cardboard

box with

a dozen

or so,

then eat them in the car.

i need napkins,

i need

water.

lunch on the go.