In a fast food line
One man pulls a penny
From another mans hand.
Grins too wide of a grin and pays the extra change
The boy standing behind
The register takes my jealous
Stare for one of disapproval
And shakes his head at me.
To say I hate faggots
Too. carefully shifting
My weight onto one
skinny leg,I open
My appropriate mouth
To order.
Lunch was written by Jericho Brown.