sandwich

i was walking because i wanted a sandwich not an apple or an orange or a soft drink but a sandwich i kept on walking block after block even though i knew i had to get back to the conference the blocks were long and filled with people people different from me wearing white t shirts and wifebeaters and speaking a different language they were not hostile they just ignored me it was getting dark there were stores that sold fruit and vegetables and scratch cards and coke and moxie and fanta but no sandwiches i wanted a sandwich there were no cafes or sub shops one little place had books tom swift and hardy boy books but no sandwiches if i kept on walking i would end up in yonkers or in albany i wanted a sandwich so bad but i had to get back to the conference before it got completely dark l am so unhappy nobody likes me this is the story of my life life is so unfair i told this dream to nellie and she said “why didn’t you just go into one of the little stores and ask them to make you a sandwich?”