Cold Chicken Taco John Grochalski can't seem to grasp anything contemplating this cold chicken taco court street, brooklyn with autumn turning outside and this woman slamming into my chair as one of her kids wails and the other screams bloody murder as businessmen come in and talk about their vacations to yosemite, san francisco about hiking trails away from tourists no one thinks they're a tourist everyone is wrong and the cold chicken taco is lying in foil that reflects my face the day both distorted she smacks my chair again slaps the one kid shouts at the other businesswomen come in in packs suffocating the place with phones attached to ears with perfumes of the past with asses fitting into polyester pants good asses bad asses fat ones you can really hold onto but i can't seem to grasp at anything this day the point of it all why i got up this chicken taco getting colder in the foil while i wait and now the kids are screaming and crying and she smacks my chair a third time doesn't apologize gives them a time out holding up everyone's meal everyone stares but they see nothing go back to talking about nothing about cell phones and hiking trails in yosemite and i shove the cold chicken taco down hoping it stays there

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