More Obscene Than Anything

Sometimes life looks like porn on your phone
interrupted by a text message from Food City—

FOODCITY: Build your own Hot Dog Meal
for less than $10. May 13–19 only.

I’m trying.
I’m trying my best, Food City. Believe me.

Back to sweaty bodies moving like rent’s due—
mouths saying what loneliness pays to hear.
Fuck it. What the fuck, Food City?

$10 for hot dogs? Jesus Christ.
That’s more obscene than anything
else that’s come through my phone this week. 

Get a grip
and don’t text me back.