I slide the plate onto the counter don’t ding the bell the way I am supposed to Mary barks out of me calling the one breeder employee Ring the bell next time Mary says she is in her late thirties long red hair two kids doesn’t like queers What I say she acts like a mother You heard me she says Shut up I say she presses her lips together puts the ticket in her pocket picks up the plate and walks away Asshole I say if I wanted to talk to my mother I’d call her
the bell clings Mary sticks another order on the line Darren wipes his hands on his apron reaches for it I’ve got this one he says reaches around me pulls it down I push into the counter I don’t want him to touch me I don’t want to smell the chicken the counter cuts into my stomach Mary laughs I fling a piece of broken bread at her fa
