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Maybe I stopped at the Jack in the Box on the way here by Cat Dixon




Maybe I stopped at the Jack in the Box on the way here, and maybe

right when I got into the drive-thru lane, the car in front of me

parked and the driver got out and took off toward the Dumpster.

Ever had that happen to you? Probably not. If it had, you would

allow my tardiness with an understanding smile and a friendly

nod; instead, you greet me with this gray cloud of distrust, a look

unnerving to the children—not only me. If you’d ever caught me lying,

then fine, grumble that I’m late because I was with another in

bed. But that’s not the truth. The truth is I wanted to pick up those

unbelievable mini tacos and a Coke and maybe some fries.

The truth is I binge every night before I come home on

tasty fast food in hopes I can fill this giant unfillable sinkhole.

Either way, it doesn’t matter. I left my car there in line

resigning my fate to the person who fled on foot wishing I were him.


Cat Dixon (she/her) is the author of Eva and Too Heavy to Carry (Stephen F. Austin University Press, 2016, 2014) and the chapbook, Table for Two (Poet's Haven, 2019). Recent poems have appeared in LandLocked, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Abyss & Apex. She is a poetry editor at The Good Life Review. She tweets @DixonCat.

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