Take out your onion rings
and hand them to your bestie.

Except,
no onion rings here.

You can’t handle
the roof
wrapped in paper napkins.

Shadow box
four rounds
or line dance your way
back to town.

Go inside,
pick a spot
at the counter
and perform
Americana.

Norman Rockwell
will see you now.

Psst…I kinda like this little freak.

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Drema Drudge is a novelist and poet whose work blends emotional candor and the everyday with longing. She earned her MFA from the Naslund-Mann Graduate School of Writing. Her poetry has appeared in The Rye Whiskey Review, The Word’s Faire, and is forthcoming in Cathexis Northwest Press. Visit her website: dremadrudge.com.