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Lunch at Elementary SchoolBy Albert Zhang QuailBellMagazine.com  The lunch line, swirling Full of anxious adolescents Waiting to feed in a frenzy Of hotdogs and burgers Like a rambunctious dragon
Upon discovery of its prey: A lone rabbit, helpless Like me, sitting at the end Of the long, plastic table My black lunch box on it Containing baozi and noodles Wearing a red tee from the Chinese New Year’s Festival Trying to hide from my predators. Light blue trays, The surplus of ketchup on their hotdogs and burgers, Neat hair, Bright polos Mark them as a different species. I try to camouflage myself Inching closer to the group Pretending that I belong In order to avoid detection But the baozi gives me off. Once I take a bite of it Its luscious contents and savory flavor Creamier and less sweet than ketchup Waft out from the meatball inside Into the noses of the predators. All eyes turn to me Like a tiger stares its prey Before it pounces Catching me mid-bite into my second baozi. Suddenly, I’m All alone, helpless About to be devoured. CommentsComments are closed.
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