I wake up grumbling
remembering the darker images of the night
as I fought with my subconscious
and a rumbly tummy.
I am haunted
by yesterday’s meal
and try to settle my upset stomach
with leftovers.
Black Friday.

The remains of yesterday
are thoughtfully chewed
as I struggle to wake up
and go about my day.
I visit relatives
and find further food proffered
for me to finish.
It can’t go to waste
so it goes to my waist.
Black Friday.

Then there’s dinner
and the club
where out-of-towners
hand me doggy bags
since they can’t reheat
in their hotel room
but before we go all our separate ways
there’s a required midnight diner run
so we can talk further
and take in more comestibles.
Black Friday.

Leaving the place
we spy some girl-gaggle
hot young things
covering for each other near an alley
pissing away
too far from their next stop to wait.
I snort a little
but upon getting home
have to rush to my bathroom
to let it all flow out
steps away from an accident.
Black Friday
is not about deals being offered
but about the quantity
of what we can take.