The Line
A line of angry men, waiting for tuna casserole, and an endless barrage of green beans, which are even now escaping from number ten cans. The green beans spill out like workers from an elevator.
Hand Sanitizer sits at the end of the serving line during the pre-meal prayer. The new guy, Billy, squirts a little hand sanitizer on each man's plate, next to the green beans, since there is only one trip through this line.
Marc Isaac Potter (we/they/them) … is a differently-abled writer living in the SF Bay Area. Marc’s interests include blogging by email and Zen. They have been published in Fiery Scribe Review, Feral A Journal of Poetry and Art, Poetic Sun Poetry, and Provenance Journal.