"Tuna on white, no crust, right?"
"Tuna on white, no crust, right?"
After The Fast and The Furious (2001)
It's like this I've spent all evening
on Youtube looping through the same clip of The Fast and The Furious Tuna Scene
wondering why they added all the cars
and cops and drug running to this beautiful
two-minute movie about a man and a woman
and a tuna sandwich the crust that tried to come between them
I keep screaming at the computer screen as the cars come screeching through interrupting this romantic moment between
frosted tips and low-rise jeans
which are the names I've given these two characters because I can't remember their real ones and
thirteen years later I will cry the last time
one of them drives out of frame blubbering
like a baby my emotions are never the size they should be
never coming at the right time like right now how I'm sitting on my toilet a year since you left crying into the gap your hand once cleft between
my run-down thighs wondering why
you had to leave me in a Subway of all places
not even the underground kind just some fucking sandwich shop
right after I spent $10.89 on two five-dollar footlongs and now every time I see cold meat slipped between
two sweaty slices of bread I sob and think of you all over again
Small Pond Hydra* Gets Its Revenge
After Freya Daly Sadgrove
I am being pulled in every direction at once like an atom splitting
or a man tied between four horses and ripped apart what's that called
drawn and quartered? I want you to draw me like one of your French swirly bread things
what are they called croissants?
That's what I want for you to turn me inside out and in- to a little crescent moon and eat me with jam-
covered fingers run your hands over and through me sticky strawberry glue me
back together won't you when they undo me when they split me into separate limbs and send me spinning free-
radically my body little lonely electrons without a center only
more so cause instead of the infinitesimal
I am four limbs without a torso and antioxidants won't be enough you'll need car insurance
that can handle the kind of ox-sized dents I'll leave in your life this time I mean just fucking
huge you'll see drop me in the water call me
small pond hydra watch them grind me down to paste a nice pâté smooth texture not half-bad taste they'll say
as they scoop me onto crackers I'll come roaring back I'll be
soaring like a flock of birds
shitting on everything
*In the 1990s, Ulrich Technau and a team of scientists at Darmstadt University of Technology ripped apart and ground down small pond hydra in order to observe the animals' unique ability to regenerate from remaining head cells, a process that was both illuminating to human science and extremely rude.
About the author
Weston Morrow is a writer and graduate student of English literature at Central Washington University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in After the Pause, Boston Accent Lit, Pidgeonholes, Riggwelter, and elsewhere. He can be found on Twitter @WMorrow or at www.westonmorrow.com.
