Grilled Cheese

Grill cheese

An award-winning poem by Nick Woods

PLEASE!!!

No.

Just one?

No.

I need that grilled cheese!

No.

Here, I have five dollars in my pocket

Nick, you just has two.

One more, please?

Fine.

YES!

Walking to the window, feeling like I just aced a math test

Looking at the other kids, they’re probably wishing they were me

The wind, pressing against my face, hugging my shirt and shorts

 

Hello, I need on more grilled cheese please

Sure thing

I can taste the grilled cheese now, the cheese melting in my mouth

The crunchy crust, it looks SO GOOD

And the French fries – They are so good too

 

5 minutes later

(It’s like they’re mocking me)

The sweet grill smell

The BBQ sauce on the chicken and the steak

 

10 minutes later

How long does it take to make a grilled cheese?

There is no one else here, so they can’t be cooking anything else

Excuse me?  How is that grilled cheese coming?

Uh, the grilled cheese will be awhile, the grill won’t start!

WHAT!!!

Misery

Hunger

Sadness

I start to walk back when I hear, Do you want a hot dog instead?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Of course, I would not like a hot dog, I ordered the grilled cheese!

Is this how it feels to be defeated?