there is a subway
in Hammond, IN
that is
set up like a currency exchange
yell
mustard, mayo, lettuce, tomatoes
through that small slit of hole
motion a fist as if you were shaking pepper
for your mac and cheese at nightfill
and the shaky spices too please
yeah, the spices
continuing with the hand motion
they keep tuna hostage
until you pay up
slip the money thru the metal cup
let the change rattle resonant
in exchange,
out comes the six inch
thru the mini revolving door
a portal (of sorts)
take your wheat bread and bolt
wondering throughout
if the divider is bulletproof
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