ISSUE SIX: December, 2020

SQUIGGLE

We reached the other end of the salad bar yesterday just before sundown. The hitchhikers thanked us and went on their merry way while we sussed out the quality of the pickled beets and topaz-stuffed olives. The gift shop beckoned, and for hundreds of miles people had been rhapsodizing about the hard boiled eggs, but it wasn’t going anywhere and the alpacas needed to rest a while. We wondered if the croutons had any good movies playing, made a mental note to check. The real prize, though, the one we had traveled all this way to experience, loomed before us: the imitation bacon bits.

ROBERT BEVERIDGE (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Red Coyote Review, Deep South Magazine, and Aromatica Poetica, among others.