No
Tacos at Sonic
By Kelly Nichols
Ocean Springs, MS
No Tacos at Sonic
Houses, buildings go
by
My stationary,
transparent face passes
them all. She says
“I want tacos from
Sonic.”
Knot forms between
eyes
Sigh.
No tacos at Sonic, and
no gold
pajamas in the garage.
She
has fear of public
wet people and hobbies
include popping zits,
buying cookbooks,
hates to cook. Yellow
light, red light.
“There are no tacos at
Sonic.”
Cokeaholic, fear of
smoking
in front of dad,
doesn’t
like movie theaters,
and
encourages underage
sex.
“But you always get
tostadas!”
Prefers wet vac over
Regular vacuum at 2 in
the morning.
“I get sandwhich
toasters.”
Green light. Go.
Thinks all of
brother’s
friends are sexual
predators.
“Tostadas!”
“You don’t need
someone
to drive you crazy,
when it’s in walking
distance.”
"There are no tacos at Sonic."