Route 9
by Mae Grey
· 24/03/2026
Published 24/03/2026 16:13
The fluorescent hum is loud and bright.
I’m stopping in the dead of night.
The waitress brings a chipped white plate
to help me carry all this weight.
The filling is a thick, dark red.
It tastes like things we never said
back when the July air was sweet.
It’s only found on this one street.