by John Newmark
I went to Subway for lunch.
They wanted to know
what kind of cheese
I wanted on my turkey sandwich.
I asked for pepper jack.
John Newmark lives in St. Louis, Missouri, and writes grants for a not-for-profit. He has performed at open mics for twelve years, is Literary Editor for Tribalsoulkitchen, and has published poetry at Newspoetry, EOTU and Scared Naked Magazine. More information can be found on his website at http://www.transylvaniandutch.com.