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hot dogs.
May 7, 2022
a crisp white bun with nothing on the log,
my friend, Zoe, her lunches are bizarre,
and yesterday she got me a hot dog—
I gagged, but she insisted (in my car).
with ketchup—she said, “Always I dip it,
but never onions on because it’s lame.”
I said, “What if that is how I like it?”
“But no,” she said. “It always stays the same.”
I swear to God, I’ve tried to warn my friend—
‘Cause who would want to date someone like that?
But Zoe always chooses to defend
her poor, poor choices, ‘cause—she is a brat.
I only want hot dogs with certain things:
Some mustard and a side of onion rings.
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i wrote this sonnet about my friend who always orders hot dogs for lunch with nothing on it. she dips them in ketchup and she's so strange. i hope you enjoy.