I’m in your presence under Golden Arches
I’m watching you eat your Big Mac.
Watching your face as
you break the bread,
Dip it in the red,
eating with your eyes closed in bliss,
ketchup dripping down your wrist.
We are so pissed,
drunk on spirit.
In this moment,
I love you so, so much
But you will never know how much
You cringe at my sentimentality
So I must worship you secretly.
I sit, wordless
And grin like a child
my unholy saviour
My happy meal