Poetry by Donal Mahoney

Fast Food at Midnight

Donal Mahoney

A drunk comes into McDonald’s

staggers to the counter

is waited on by a young lady

who looks like his wife

years ago when he proposed.

Drunk says nothing, just stares,

mouth agape, until the

manager hustles forward,

sensing a sale

leans over the counter

says to the drunk,

“Want fries with her?”

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Donal Mahoney, a product of Chicago, lives in exiled now in St. Louis, Missouri. He has had fiction and poetry appear in print and online publication in the U.S. and elsewhere

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