i ate a panda express once,
but it didn’t agree with me,
so i never went back again,
though i don’t really have something clever to say about it,
rather, that’s just the end of the thought i had
about panda express—for now
fast food dreams killed on site
and told to not resuscitate, do not make it worse
by letting it continue on,
barely hanging on to sodium thrills and the delight of sugar mountains
pouring over concrete as a heavy syrup courses through veins
made of silly putty in form and form-less alone
Fred Aiken Writing 