This was our routine
Pepper and onion from the Metro
Nothing like the smell of a hot
Pizza in a cardboard boxYou asked for a small cheese
Just enough to taste

This is how you know an animal is dying
The appetite disappears
Everything is replaced with a protein shake,
Crackers and broth

I remember how we used to buy
Fried chicken before the beach
How our hands oily from the picking
Washed off in the salt of the sea