Capitalist Poem #1 

after Campbell McGrath

At the Washington Pike Wendy's, the line serpentines across a scuffed floor. My turn at the counter, I see backlit signs/list/value meals — the assembly-line cook flips squares of meat, slices of cheese. Strands of the counter-woman's tied-back hair skim her hollowed…

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