Ketchup bottles red as the setting sun
Absorbing all the light
the old waitress served them ketchup and road kill
specialty of the house
The Last Café on Earth
I was in the meat freezer
I hate it in there.
So of course I was trapped for like
All that cold meat
Her nametag read Fran
which was not her real name – just the last name left
She fingered her tight neck
The pink scars growing up over her sharp chin.
Tell me again about the Mother God.
Careless children, the same children
Who cracked Pandora’s box
Unlocked blue beard’s last room
Inspired the flood
The angry god hunted and destroyed
But the Mother God patiently
gathered body parts flung across the Nile or
the whole universe
and reassembled those back into a better man
missing only an eye, back of a heel, sometimes a hand
she watches over us
The girl concluded.
The waitress sighed
Sam rolled his eyes