“Don’t get above your raising.”— Karen Salyer McElmurray Water falls intothe deep fryer, tidalingtowards my shaking hands. Singed skin still serving,brown, sprawling splatters sink ineveryone has them. From drive-thru speakers,music caught inside the car,today, Chopin plays. We work like dancersgraceful folds and tucks, buns pinned,lettuce put to bed. To argue back isto slow down, to say your paindemands us to pause. I dare love this... Read More The post Fast Food Haikus appeared fir...| Portland Review
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