I can imagine,
my favorite things,
all in one dish.
Mountains of fries, crisp, and lightly salted.
My mouth waters at the thought of it.
Towering forests of boiled broccoli.
I can almost feel the leafy crunch between my teeth.
A well-done salmon, as big as a Great White Shark.
I think I can hear the slightest bubbly sizzle.
The duck newly fried, is placed in front of me.
I can smell it’s every inch of crispy, brown skin.
It is still fresh from the oven.
Soft, thick gravy, drooping off of everything.
I lick the air, hoping it’s actually there.
Bottomless soda, deeper than the Marianas Trench.
I see the bubbles soar up until they just pop!
But for now,
I’ll have to finish my damn peas.