All Night Menu

I cannot understand.
I read instructions,
Put the pegs into their proper holes.

You're blind to
Stacks of pancakes crying syrup.
You don't hear
The diner seat I'm sticking to
Or smell the heaviness of frying sausages.

You know
What I won't steal from you.
Is that the reason
Your feet are pendulums below the knees,
Your smile
Tastes of rotten grease?

- 6/15/26

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