💕💖🤍😍🩶💘💝💕A hush settles over the linoleum plain —it is morning,and a paper bag rests at my door,still warm,like a relic ferried across digital rivers,its wax-sealed insigniagleaming faintly under the hall light.I unwrap it as one might a decree—layers peeled like silk off a sacred idol.The chicken—tender as first snowon a city grid—no longer rebukes me with chewiness.The salt—exact, almost talismanic—etches runes on my tongue.A trivial act, yes.But something lingers.A vibration too complex for mere hunger.
I remember:there were once banana skinscast in acrylic,and tomato cans lined up like sentinels.Flat, unapologetic.A whole era taught usthat even the unremarkablecould become monumentalif only we shifted our gaze.Now,in this fluorescent age of couriered desire,even a cheeseburger's heatarriving faster than my cravingfeels monumental.And when I hold it—grease seeping faintly into my palms—I wonder if I am holding more than food.
If I am holdingproof of an ecosystem's precision,or a portrait of longingrendered in cardboard and foil.I take a bite.Not of chicken, but of context.And as the taste blooms,I sense doors opening—quietly, insistently.Doors to being seen,not as a profile picture among thousands,but as a curator of small epiphanies.A poet of the banalwho can coax mythfrom the crinkle of fast-food paper.Was it fast food?Yes.
Was it salvation?Perhaps.But above all, it was visibility:the power to frame even thisin cadence and iconographyso that others, scrolling past,pause — if only for a second —and see themselvesreflected in this absurd yet sacred act.💕💖🤍😍🩶💘💝💕