Crunch

Not sure how many times I've eaten

at the student union Taco Bell.

A lot

I guess. But I hadn't been since

last January.

Not because I'm being healthier

or something. Just because I got tired of it.

"I'm eating healthy all week," I had announced

because I had a monster of a diet

this weekend thanks

to speech tournament judging, a Friendsgiving,

general Sunday ice cream couchtime.

And I didn't feel good.

Then yesterday as my shift at work ended

I was just

ravenous

for

only

Taco Bell.

So I made my way over and realized

I never see this side of campus anymore.

I saw a student from work in the distance.

When I run into them not in the context of their disability I think

some stuff

about people.

I sat outside at a two-person metal table

in the shade.

A girl came out right after me,

had to sit at the next table back.

I opened the crunchwrap. A bird

pooped on my arm.

If I hadn't been there,

it would have been the gal behind me

wearing a long-sleeve blouse.

Ran into Hill by the theatre office.

Pop cup in hand, I explained, "I was going to eat healthy all week."

Haha, taco cravings! I gestured to the Coke.

She texted me last night:

"I may have Taco Bell today for the first time in forever.

You have shaped the future."