**inspired by America’s beloved evil milkshake diety mascot thing who is the first thing that comes to mind from “purple”
Grimace
tonight, in this car, I am truly blessed
because yes, I do have an app on my phone
that tracks all participating locations
for the Shamrock Shake. except
it doesn’t tell me which ones
have the working ice cream machines
& so every stop I’ve made this spring
was a gamble; but so is eating McDonald’s
in here, because if I drop a fry
it will stay unreachable, eternal,
& outlast me & everyone I’ve ever loved
solidifying within me a complex
about eating in a fast food parking lot;
preferring the train station’s;
which hasn’t been used much
this past year & on one end shares
a fence with a cemetery for a quiet
prayer; while waiting for a train
to pass by so I won’t hear
how my mouth tears up
those immortal fries, a burger
becoming my cracked moon
making waves of sweet green
foam dance. but before drowning
in it, I watch the rear-view mirror;
catch the snow on the pavement, still
on the ground from last month’s storm;
refusing to melt; but picking
such a terrible place to survive.
