the bullfrog and the booger

her second
(third? fourth?)
chin
swelled
like a bullfrog
in heat
as she looked down
her bulbous nose
at me
unaware
or
uncaring
of the snot
waving
with every
heaving breath.

can i take your order

i carefully folded
the menu
set it
on the table
trying not
to flinch
as visions
of the green tinged
hanger on
flying forth
to stick
on my bald head
assaulted me.

as a matter of fact, i believe i left my wallet in the car, if you’ll excuse me

she rolled her eyes
with
a sarcastic sigh
as she turned
slowly
to wander back
towards
the kitchen
without
a second look
my only hope
was someone
would tell her
before
someone else
got a surprise
in
their tuna melt.

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