Walk out of Lean Crust on Fulton with an
extra large pie under my arm, ostensibly
to freeze, eat later, but
Biker dude, missing tooth, stubble, elbows
Holy moly, looka the sizea that pizza that girl’s got!
Oh man, that’s some kinda pizza!
Smile, wave, rub my belly with my free
hand. An old man in a collared-up trench,
a small fedora
covering the rest.
a pretty big pizza, he growls, looking
at me and every no one.