let them eat mcdonalds
the story goes
before marie antoinette got her head cut off
she would visit her own private hamlet
where she milked cows and rode horses
and wore simple peasant’s clothes
as she reveled in mundanity.
when she grew tired of the pretense
she returned to versailles
with all of its corsets
and mercury mirrors
her belly full and her back unbroken.
i remember this
as i wake from my daydream
on a streetcorner doused in pouring rain
in which i held a cardboard sign
and begged the passing cars
for loose change.
i know my father’s truck will arrive in fifteen minutes
to take me to suburbia,
where i will fall asleep in a queen sized bed,
my belly full and my back unbroken,
and wonder if there are brioche crumbs
on the coupons and change
i keep in my wallet
for days like these.
All poetry and prose © 2021 by Corey J. Boren