Last night in the darkness,
And in my haste,
And in my frustration of only having been given one packet of barbecue sauce for 10 chicken nuggets,
I lost one of my nuggets-
Which went unnoticed
Until this morning
In the broad light of day
When I opened the car door
And in frustration
And disappointment I found it
Lying there on the floor of my car
Lonely and cold.
Which explains that nagging sense of emptiness that would not leave me all the way home. I was a nugget short and had an existential awareness of it somewhere in the dark reaches of my soul.
[I think I heard the voice of Billy Collins in my head when I wrote this little nugget of a poem-like-thing.]
