Junk Food and Frogs in Middle America

by

Doug Larson

"Now that’s a spud!"
he sparkled
holding the mammoth tuber tight fisted
eyes to his palms
His own eyes gleaming bright as beacons
in the night
"Not like those pathetic kiwi sized taters on sale at Slater’s"
He practically drooled the words excited
for his appetite for fries soon to be
requited
"Now that’s a spud I do agree"
said Ma
with Pa holding out
words in reserve that he always contends he must
carefully conserve
"but," she lied," the fryer is broke"
"and if you eat those spuds raw, well you’re liable"
"to choke."
Well his face just fell and his smile hung limp
spirit broke
his shoulders slumped and shrugged as he turned to walk away
head hung
fists tight
eyes tearing in his palms like moonlit pearls
farsighted
his appetite for French fries
still unrequited

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