Milky musings

chalk marks the spot—
a shooting at the Waffle House.

pancakes & laughter
friendship smeared with butter
topped with strawberries & maple syrup
soaking up the alcohol of raucous nights
that seep into early mornings.

Maybe we're all
dead inside   ( and full of grease ),
reduced to a chalk drawing on the pavement.

oh god.   a shooting
at the Waffle House?